Chapter 103 So Many Enemies

Van Dyke had been forcibly subdued after both O’Grady and Claude Delano had managed to wrestle him to the bed. It had been, strangely enough, Claude who had spoken sense and gotten through to the man who was beside himself with grief and guilt. “You got to be strong, dude,” cried Claude, his grey blue eyes appealing to the big man and Van dyke had finally subsided. The Irishman had been scowling, for when Van Dyke had swung his arms around, he had caught O’Grady in the jaw, hard.