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- Praise for Blood in the Water
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Diamond bore the labor bravely, particularly given its duration. Twenty-seven hours wasn’t a record on the maternity ward, but it was enough to draw the admiration of the nurses who spent their lives ushering souls into the world.
It was worth it, in the end. Everyone agreed that they had never seen a more beautiful baby. Buddy, who had stayed by her side all through the labor and looked almost as tired as she did, beamed nonetheless as he held his son.
Mack Cavanaugh.
It was an oddly mature name for a newborn, and yet somehow it seemed to fit. The boy hardly cried, and there was a strange self-assurance about him as he lay comfortably in his mother’s arms. It was almost as though the peace that generations had sought found purchase in the baby boy.
The boy’s grandfather, for whom the boy was named, was the first one in the room once it was acceptable. He brought cigars that couldn’t be lit, and pride that couldn’t be extinguished. And as the commotion of the delivery died down, the baby was left alone with the only three members of his family.
“What now?” she asked.
“Now, you get some rest,” the boy’s father responded.
“No, I mean for us.”
“Now, we get back to normal,” her father said.
“What’s normal for us?”
He shrugged. “Fall is here, and winter won’t be far behind. The harbor is running smoothly again, thanks to Buddy. He’s a natural at scheduling and making sure everything is accounted for … and everyone is accounting.”
“I enjoy it,” the younger man said.
“Good,” the new grandfather said. “I’m getting older. And if it’s possible, I’d like to keep this a family business.”
She looked down at her newborn and smiled. “What do you think, Mack?” she asked. “Would you be OK if we built this together as a family.”
The baby looked up at her and gurgled amicably.
“Good,” she said. “Then it’s settled.”
Praise for Blood in the Water
Praise for Blood in the Water
“Blood in the Water is hard, gritty, and unrelenting. You won’t sleep until you’re finished.”
—Robert Crais, New York Times bestselling author
“Blood in the Water is a compulsive page-turner. Gritty and dark, with characters that are complex, conflicted, and real, it’s a book that draws you in and doesn’t let go. Set against the bitter freeze of a Boston winter, the action never lets up and builds to a thrilling conclusion. Jack Flynn is a talent to watch.”
—Adam Hamdy
“Flynn does a fine job developing complex characters while keeping the tension high in this fast-paced yarn of intrigue, violence, and personal betrayals. His prose, for the most part, is tight and precise. And his setting—the waterfront docks and the mostly abandoned harbor islands that are unfamiliar even to most Bostonians—is vividly portrayed.”
—Associated Press