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Back Goodnight Lady
Chapters (60)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Praise
  4. Dedication
  5. BOOK ONE
  6. Prologue 1989
  7. Chapter One
  8. Chapter Two
  9. Chapter Three
  10. Chapter Four
  11. Chapter Five
  12. Chapter Six
  13. Chapter Seven
  14. Chapter Eight
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. BOOK TWO - 1925
  17. Chapter Ten - 1925
  18. Chapter Eleven
  19. Chapter Twelve
  20. Chapter Thirteen
  21. Chapter Fourteen
  22. Chapter Fifteen
  23. Chapter Sixteen
  24. Chapter Seventeen
  25. Chapter Eighteen
  26. Chapter Nineteen
  27. Chapter Twenty
  28. Chapter Twenty-one
  29. Chapter Twenty-two
  30. Chapter Twenty-three
  31. Chapter Twenty-four
  32. Chapter Twenty-five
  33. Chapter Twenty-six
  34. Chapter Twenty-seven
  35. Chapter Twenty-eight
  36. Chapter Twenty-nine
  37. Chapter Thirty
  38. Chapter Thirty-one
  39. Chapter Thirty-two
  40. BOOK THREE - 1947
  41. Chapter Thirty-three
  42. Chapter Thirty-four
  43. Chapter Thirty-five
  44. Chapter Thirty-six
  45. Chapter Thirty-seven
  46. Chapter Thirty-eight
  47. Chapter Thirty-nine
  48. Chapter Forty
  49. BOOK FOUR - 1968
  50. Chapter Forty-one - 1968
  51. Chapter Forty-two
  52. Chapter Forty-three
  53. Chapter Forty-four
  54. Chapter Forty-five
  55. Chapter Forty-six
  56. Chapter Forty-seven
  57. Chapter Forty-eight
  58. Chapter Forty-nine
  59. Chapter Fifty - 1970
  60. EPILOGUE

Ginelle spluttered to life, the urine stinging her eyes. Then, humming softly between his teeth, Willy started cutting, and was pleased to hear her scream, not once but many times as he removed first her nose, then her ears.

Seamus watched the proceedings with a bored air. His eldest daughter was getting married and he had to take her to see the priest later that day. Now he’d have to go home and change first. Blood was an absolute bastard to get out, and his wife would have his guts.

Ginelle slumped to the dirty floor, her clothes staining crimson, the brocade of her coat soaking it up like a sponge.

Tommy looked around the club and smiled. The Windjammer’s first night was better even than they had hoped for. It was packed to the rafters with people, the atmosphere was electric and the cash was pouring in over the bars. Tommy lit himself one of the cheap cigars which he still had a penchant for, and smiled delightedly.

The whole place stank of money and he loved it. He nodded and waved to different people as he made his way through the tables. The resident band, which was to play between Kerry’s sets, had struck up with the ‘Black Bottom’. Girls - some debs and some shopgirls - leapt on to the wooden dance floor and began to jiggle around, their dresses shimmering in the lights. There were more than a few bright young things, hanging off the arms of young men who had been boys in the war and were now the new monied generation. If nothing else the war had taken down a few of the class barriers, but Tommy knew with his latent shrewdness that it was only a beginning.

He scanned the room again and saw Briony. She looked stunning in a gold sheath dress that emphasised her fashionably boyish figure and was the exact shade of the walls. The glorious hair, that he loved to caress in the darkness of the night, was piled on top her head. She looked beautiful to him. She would always be beautiful to him.

He frowned as he saw who she was sitting with. Jonathan la Billière was an actor, or so he said anyway. Tommy had never heard of him. He was one of Rupert’s little band, which meant he must be as queer as a fish.