“The barkeep’s name and address were in the phone book and, after familiarizing himself with the area, Ryan was able to find Finnegan’s home in a quaint little Brooklyn neighborhood. He watched as Finnegan exited his house and entered his car and then followed as he pulled out of his driveway and drove away. Like a lot of working-class New Yorkers, Finnegan chose not to live in Manhattan. It wasn’t about the cost of living as much as that he’d lived in Brooklyn most of his life and saw no reason... to uproot himself from the old neighborhood. Besides, the commute wasn’t bad, especially in the early afternoon when he went to work. A half hour passed before they arrived on the street where Finnegan’s pub was located. The terrorist-turned-barkeep pulled into an alley and parked in back of the place. Ryan, unable to find a parking place, took note of the location and drove off, finding a spot on the next block. He walked back and entered Finnegan’s place, taking one of the stools at the end of the bar.MoreLessRead More Read Less
User Reviews: