Boy Wonder Page #6

died that night.

Your mother died here.

She did.

Not you.

You have a life to lead.

A long life.

I... I... I think it's time

you start living it.

I know we haven't been

the best of friends.

I know.

You don't think I know, but I know

what a piece of sh*t I was back then. I do.

And I can't explain to you how sorry

I am for the things that I did to you.

And to your mother.

And I'll never forgive myself

for the person that I was.

But I gotta start

living my life.

I...

But I... I need my son back

to do that.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

- That's the last of it.

- No golf today?

Detective Ames,

what's going on?

If I was retired,

I'd be playing golf.

What are you doing here,

Detective?

I wanna finish our conversation

from the other night.

I was a little drunk that night.

I might have been a little out of line.

No. You were

a lot out of line.

Well, you're out of line

coming to my house uninvited.

I need some answers

about Sean.

Leave him alone.

That's your answer.

I can't do that anymore.

Let's have a drink.

I was 10 years on the squad...

when they brought that kid

into the station.

They should have brought him

to the hospital. He was in shock.

No emotion.

No crying.

He'd just stare.

Those eyes looking

right through you.

I wanted him to have

a look at the mugs...

while the perp's face

was still on his mind.

Him and his father. His father

saw this guy up close.

He pistol-whipped him

outside the car.

Sean was all for it.

Sat there for

three hours straight.

Sure enough...

picks this guy out

just like that.

But when we showed

the photo to his father,

he says,

"No. That's the wrong guy."

The kid looks at his father

like he's crazy.

Sean knows

this is the guy.

Mr. Donovan pulls Sean

to the side.

Gives him a lecture about

the consequences of his action.

The first time he'd

dealt with consequences.

Sean takes another look

at the photo.

Says he made a mistake.

His father's right. It's not the guy.

I felt bad for the kid.

He's about my son's age.

You know, he never

talked about his mother.

Never.

Never talked about

that night.

I remember

that con's name though.

I didn't even know it was still

in my head till about six months ago...

when I saw his picture

in the paper.

Seemed some hotshot detective...

arrested him for the murder

of Angela Delany.

Jesus Christ.

Larry Childs.

Yeah.

Larry Childs.

Do you think

he killed his mother?

I don't know.

He was a career criminal

before you busted him.

All I know is,

when that article came out,

something snapped

in that kid.

He was different after that.

He was convinced...

Childs killed his mother.

Sad thing is, I know his father

must have seen that article too.

Can you imagine having your son

look at you every day...

thinking you betrayed him?

Can you imagine that?

- This yours?

- Yeah.

There you go.

How's it going?

- Is that your mom?

- Oh, yeah.

Yeah?

He's pretty cute.

What are you doing

here, Sean?

- Hey, you like cake?

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

You should really think about

taking him to Tina's in Bushwick.

Best cake in New York.

Give the ball back.

Come on. We gotta go.

You know, you really

shouldn't be here, Sean.

I wanted to talk to you

about something.

I-I got your address

from the station,

and, um, I looked it up,

and there was only

two parks in your area.

And I figured this one's

better suited for kids,

so I thought I'd probably

find you here.

Every other Wednesday, right?

- Is that his father? - Come on.

We'll talk about it tomorrow, Sean.

Let's go.

There he is. How was your day

with your mom?

Good.

Hey.

Hey.

Everything okay?

Richard, please,

just give me one second. Please.

- Sean, you gotta leave

right now. - I am leaving.

I just wanted to thank you.

I'm giving it all up.

Like you said.

I'm moving on with my life.

You should move on

with yours.

No. This isn't over, Sean.

It is for me.

I'm sorry. I gotta go.

Bye, baby. I love you.

- You ready?

- Yeah.

Hey, Rock.

Hey.

Hey. What are you doing?

I don't know.

Honestly.

Going crazy maybe.

Why? What's up?

Uh, you see the news?

No, why?

Childs cut a deal.

It's official. He must

have had dirt on someone.

What was his sentence?

Two years.

And then he's in

the Witness Protection.

- Two years.

- Yeah.

Just thought

you'd want to know.

Okay.

- Thank you.

- I'm sorry, Teresa.

Two years.

Mind getting me one?

Thanks. I can never get my

arm down far enough.

I'm sorry. I don't...

I don't even know your name.

I see you at school,

but you know how it is.

Sean. Sean Donovan.

I'm Amanda Richards.

How come I've never seen you

around these things before?

Uh, been pretty busy.

Hitting the books a lot.

Looks like

they've been hitting back.

That's a serious boo-boo

you got right there.

- What happened?

- Oh, um, I fell.

- You fell?

- Yeah, off my bike.

You fell off your bike?

Are you lying to me,

Sean Donovan?

Well, if you must know,

I, uh, got into a fight

with a pimp...

and he caught me in the arm

with a baseball bat.

It looks worse than it is.

You're weird.

- Hey, there's my girl.

- I'm not your girl, Bruce.

You're not cheating

on me, are you?

- Bruce, will you take a walk?

- Hey, you go to my school.

- What's up, punk?

- Bruce, will you please just leave?

I just want to talk to

you for a second.

What, you can't talk

to me now?

- Fine. Give me a minute.

- Don't make me wait.

I'm sorry about that.

He seems like a nice guy.

He's not that bad.

Just a jerk sometimes.

Listen, I've got to go,

but I'll see you later, okay?

- Don't leave.

- I won't.

Hey, man.

Uh, I got your...

This is yours.

What is this?

- This isn't mine, man.

- Yeah, it is.

No. Sorry, dude.

You got the wrong guy.

You could say thank you.

Yo, man, what are you

doing talking to freshmen?

Let's sit down.

Hey, Rock.

They called my Dad Rock.

Hey, Rock.

Hey Rock. Hey Rock.

Hey, Rock.

Hey, Rock.

Get out of the...

Time's up, Rock.

- B*tch!

- Don't you ever touch me!

Calm down!

Calm down.

You like to hurt people?

What, you got

a death wish, jerk-off?

Sean. You like

hurting people, right?

- I'm gonna hurt you,

you stupid prick. - I don't think so.

What are you, crazy?

What the hell just happened?

- Give me your keys. - I can't give

you my keys, man. I gotta get home.

Give me your f***ing keys!

Hey, Rock.

Shut up!

Terry, stop screaming

and get us out of here.

- Mom, are we lost?

- Yes, honey. We're lost.

We're not lost.

- The guy just hit our car.

- Wait, Terry.

Will you stop giving me sh*t?

What's going on, Mom?

Your dad's just getting information

so we can get the car fixed.

Time's up, Rock.

F*** off, man.

Oh, my God.

Sh*t!

Sean, get out of the car!

Get out of the... No!

Sean!

Mom!

Yeah, there's a break-in

at my house.

Sean.

Sean.

Oh, my God.

Sean?

Hey, Dad.

Sean, what are you doing?

I...

Are you drunk?

Yep.

Just like you, Dad.

Remember when you were

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