by Bryan Murray
Quinn looked at him. “Dat it is, what you got, boyo?”
The driver looked at the package in his hand. “Looks like a package from the USA, sir. Sign here, please?”
Quinn coughed, nodded and quickly scribbled his signature, before grabbing the package and closing the door as the driver went back to his truck, climbed in and drove off.
Inside the house, Quinn walked into the bedroom, already tearing at the wrappings on the box, a demented look in his crazy eyes. He stood in front of the mirror, reached into the box and removed the contents. He bent forward and pulled the mask over his head and neck and then slowly stood up to face the mirror.
The effect was staggering. Staring back at him from the mirror was Jake Harrigan! Quinn looked at his reflection as his voice came through the opening for the mouth on his mask. “Dis is fer you, Liam and Rory, me boys! Now de fun begins!”