The man was already deep asleep when the whispers started, on the edge of hearing; just sighs and breaths at first, until words could be discerned. He stirred, a frown creasing the brow as he moved onto his back.
"Doyle! Ray Doyle. Is he here?"
" 'Cop killer. Not interested in a cop killer, Doyle?'"
"I did have a wife and kids, you know-"
"It's a shortcut to hell unless you get out the light."
"The press did their job – who was doing yours?"
" 'That should be a nice welcome-home present for Tony.' Wasn't it?"
The voices surrounded him, over-lapped, echoed in his dreams.
All Souls' Night – not a good night to be Ray Doyle.
