Summary: Joan's lyme disease, Kevin's lawsuit, Judith's death – what else could possibly go wrong for the Giradis this year?
Disclaimer: As always, they're not mine, and I'm just borrowing.
The Year's End
December 20, 2004
10:00 PM
Will was in the kitchen of the Girardi house making himself a snack before heading upstairs to bed when the phone rang. Setting down the plate in his hand, he reached for the phone.
"Hello?"
"Well, hello yourself, Girardi. Remember me?"
"Who is this?"
"You don't remember? I'm hurt. Let me refresh your memory. Five years ago? The case that earned you your big promotion?"
"Graves?"
"That's right. You finally caught up with me and landed my ass in prison. Until a couple days ago, that is."
"You're out? How did that happen?"
"You know, good help is so hard to find these days, even for the correctional system. One little prison riot distracts them, and someone slips away."
"Why are you calling me?"
"'Tis the season. And I'm giving you a little gift called payback. You took something from me, now I take something from you."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"It's 10:00, Girardi. Do you know where your daughter is?"