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Originall published in slightly different form as "Animal Rescue" in Boston Noir, published in 2009 by Akashic Books.
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This originally appeared at The Irresponsible Reader.
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For Lehane, this was light and breezy.
Bob Saginowski is a bartender in his cousin Marv's bar (well, it's not really Marv's anymore – the Chechen mafia owns it now, Marv just runs it). Bob's down-on-his luck, living in his deceased mother's house, going to her Church, and trying to get by. A couple of days after Christmas, he finds a dog in a trash can. He takes the dog home and finds himself a reason to keep going – it doesn't hurt that there's a woman tangentially involved, but he'd be a devoted dog owner regardless. There's a possibility for romance on the horizon, but there are a few obstacles.
Said Chechen mafia, for one. Marv's dreams for getting one over on them. A couple of armed robbers. A Boston PD detective that attends the same Masses as Bob. The guy who disposed of the dog and seems to be having second thoughts. And Bob's own mysterious past – and penance can't seem to erase it for him.
But if Bob can manage all that, he just might find himself a little slice of happiness.
It's not a typical Lehane story, but it works. Lines like these help:
Happiness made Marv anxious because he knew it didn't last. But happiness destroyed was worth wrapping your arms around because it always hugged you back.
The traffic had thinned considerably as they drove past Harvard Stadium, first football stadium in the country and yet one more building that seemed to mock Marv, one more place he'd have been laughed out of if he'd ever tried to walk in. That's what this city did – it placed its history in your face at every turn so you could feel less significant in its shadow.