He knew that management had plans for him, that he was fast becoming "the new face of WBTN-TV." And until this moment, he'd been caught up in all the excitement of his meteoric rise. But Brian knew what he wanted and it wasn't an anchor job, even if it meant big money and a high profile in town. All he really cared about was telling a good story.

When he'd gotten out of college, he'd been determined to work in print journalism. So he'd paid his dues with small newspapers in Connecticut and Vermont. But he'd wanted to get back to Boston and when he'd been offered an entry-level news-writing job at WBTN, he'd taken it. He'd never once expected it to blossom into the career it had.

Brian slipped the tape recorder into his jacket, then pulled his car keys out of his trouser pocket. As he headed toward the door, Taneesha's warning still niggled at his brain. He'd worked with her for over a year and she'd never steered him wrong-when it came to a story or personal advice. But every instinct told him that, contrary to public opinion, his career wasn't headed in the right direction. And Brian trusted his instincts.

Hell, he could just quit right now and start over again, find a job at a decent newspaper and work his way up. But he was thirty years old. At that age, a guy was supposed to have his life in order, his priorities straight. But then, he hadn't been brought up in a conventional family, so maybe he had a good excuse.

Life in the Quinn house had taught all six of the Quinn brothers to live from moment to moment. Their father, Seamus, was rarely at home, his job as a commercial fisherman keeping him away from Southie for weeks at a time. And Brian's mother had left the family when Brian was only three years old. He and his brothers had raised themselves, with oldest brother Conor serving as the parental figure.

They'd all gotten in their share of trouble, but Brian and his twin, Sean, had been the wildest.