A hand touched Kerrigan’s arm. He turned and saw Mooney. The sign painter’s face was expressionless.
“Is this what I think it is?” Mooney asked quietly.
Kerrigan pulled his arm away from Mooney’s hand. “Go back to the table.”
Mooney didn’t move. He said, “Why don’t you tell me?”
“It don’t concern you.” But then he remembered the water-color portrait in Mooney’s room. He gazed past Mooney and said, “Well, I guess you got a right to know. I’ve been putting some facts together and finally got the answer.”
Mooney just stood there and waited.
Kerrigan closed his eyes for a moment. He heard himself saying, “The creep who jumped my sister was her own brother.”
“No,” Mooney said. “Don’t tell me that. You can’t tell me that.”
“But I am telling you.”
“You know what you’re saying?”