“Got a spare weed?” Frank asked.
Kerrigan took out a pack of cigarettes. He gave one to Frank, put one in his own mouth, and struck a match.
He noticed that Frank was gazing past him, the watery eyes aiming down through the darkness of the alley. Frank’s expression was thoughtful, then probing, and finally Frank murmured, “You come here often?”
“Now and then.”
Frank’s eyes narrowed. “Why?”
Kerrigan shrugged. “I’m not sure. I wish I knew.”
Frank was quiet for some moments, then he said, “She was a good kid.”
Kerrigan nodded.
“One hell of a good kid,” Frank said. He took a long drag at the cigarette. He let the smoke come out, and then he added, “Too good for this world.”
Kerrigan’s smile was gentle. “You know it too?”