“What kind of stunts?” Kerrigan asked quietly.
“Whatever he has in mind.” Nick shrugged. “Who knows what he’s gonna dream up? It’s a cinch there’s something wrong with him, otherwise he wouldn’t need this Vernon Street routine.”
Kerrigan turned his head slightly and looked into the darkness of the alley behind him.
Then he looked past the heads of Nick and Mooney and focused on Dugan’s Den.
He said, “I could use a cold drink.”
“I’m dry myself,” Nick said.
“Me, I’m dying from thirst,” Mooney moaned.
Kerrigan smiled dimly. “I got some loose change. It oughta buy us a few beers.”
The three of them started walking toward Dugan’s Den. As they crossed the street, Kerrigan turned his head again for a backward glance at the dark alley.