Tommy.
No doubts about it. That was him.
Second time I'd seen him in Atlantic City, and neither time had been under good circumstances. Seeing him standing among Callighan's men sent something cold through my chest, not quite anger, not quite surprise. Something in between that didn't have a name.
I couldn't condemn him for it, though. Not yet. Not without knowing how he ended up there. Lucy had her reasons. Everyone still breathing in this world had made choices they wouldn't have made before, done things they'd have never imagined doing. I knew that better than most. Tommy had been my classmate, I knew the kind of person he was, or at least the kind he used to be. Half the guys in our class painted him as someone he wasn't, mostly out of jealousy, that petty background noise you tune out after a while. But underneath all of that, he had a moral core. I'd seen it.
