One roll of the dice, One flip of a knife

by AmbrLupin

Race has gotten himself in way over his head on the wrong side of the bridge. Can Spot Conlon get him out of it? Or will Manhattan blood be shed on Brooklyn soil? Friendship or slash, however you want to look at it

16. Closing: Time

Time

Summary: Short story. Sequel to "One roll of the dice, one flip of a knife." When everything Race knows is destroyed, can he pick up the pieces and move on?

Coming: This New Year.

Just when you thought it was over.

"Oh, come on, Spot." Race wasn't going to let this go easily. "You promised me. One ride. Just one. I swear."

Just when you thought nothing else could happen.

"Be careful tonight, Race. I have a bad feeling."

It does.

Race woke to the sound of fire engines screaming, enveloped in heat. He bolted up in bed, looking around in shock. Faintly, from underneath him, he heard the unmistakable sound of fire ravaging the Sheepshead Racetrack.

Time.