“He’s running late,” Jamie said, reading the room. “Paperwork. The new domestic violence task force is a beast.”
Frank clapped him on the shoulder. “I’m giving you backup. Jamie and Joe roll with you tomorrow. Erin’s already drafting the RICO. And I’ll be on the radio.” blue bloods season 14
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. “He’s running late,” Jamie said, reading the room
Frank set down his fork. “Your mother used to say that the silence before grace was the most honest part of any meal. Because in that silence, you remember why you’re grateful.” He looked around the table. “So let’s sit in it for a moment.” “I’m giving you backup