Frank Reagan sat at the head, carving a roast chicken with the precision of a man who’d spent a lifetime making clean cuts. He passed the platter to Danny, who nodded but didn’t take any. Jamie sat across from him, still in his sergeant’s uniform, his tie loosened. Erin was scrolling through her phone under the table—a habit Frank usually called out, but tonight he let slide. And Nicky, home from law school for the weekend, kept glancing at the empty chair beside her.
“Not ghosts,” Joe said, pulling up a chair as Erin poured him a glass of water. “Just patient.”
Then the front door opened, and Joe Hill walked in, dusted with autumn rain. “Sorry. Train delayed. And I got a call from a CI who thinks he knows where the Corsetti brothers are hiding.” blue bloods season 14
“It’s always paperwork until it isn’t,” Danny muttered, then caught his father’s eye. “I mean… it’s good work, Jamie. Necessary.”
Frank looked toward Joe, who was showing Nicky something on his phone. “Then maybe it’s time the Corsettis learned that the NYPD doesn’t just have a long memory. It has a long reach.” Frank Reagan sat at the head, carving a
Frank nodded slowly. “Sit. Eat first. The ghosts will wait.”
“Dad, you haven’t been in the field in—” Erin was scrolling through her phone under the
Danny smiled—the first real one all night. “You giving me the green light, Commissioner?”