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

‘Of course I have, Mr McNee, I ain’t never let you down, have I?’ His voice was nervous. The feeling of foreboding was back. Declan and Porrick McNee smiled at the twins in a friendly manner and Seamus rolled his eyes.

‘All right, Declan? How’s it going, mate?’ Daniel’s voice was low.

‘Oh, not too bad. What one are you? I always get you two mixed up.’

Boysie laughed as he watched the owner hand over a roll of cash to Seamus.

‘That’s because you’re as thick as fucking shit.’

Seamus turned to face them, dropping the money into a pool of beer on the bar.

‘What did you say?’ His voice was outraged.

The twins laughed together.

‘What, you deaf as well as stupid?’

Seamus stood erect, his face growing red with temper. As he drew back his fist the twins looked at one another and stepped away from him, then together they put their hands inside their overcoats and took out sawn-off shotguns. The four men playing snooker all dropped to the floor.

Boysie took the money off the bar and laughed as he put it in his pocket.

Then he pointed the gun at Seamus McNee’s legs and pulled the trigger. The explosion as the gun went off shook the small club. The owner crossed himself before running out through the back of the bar and locking himself in the toilet. Declan and Porrick looked at their brother writhing on the floor in agony as if they had never in their life seen him before. Boysie and Danny laughed out loud.

‘Get your brother to the hospital, lads. I think his little legs is hurting him.’ Then they tossed back their drinks and walked towards the door.

Daniel stopped and looked back. ‘Oh, by the way, tell Seamus we’ll be picking up all your rents in future, OK? And if he causes any more bother, the next shot goes right into his head. Tara.’

Porrick, never noted for his brains at the best of times, waved and said tara back.

Outside, the twins laughed and joked with each other all the way to the car. They were high on adrenaline, both feeling the rush of pure pleasure that their violent act had produced.

The story hit the streets within hours.

The Cavanagh twins were well and truly on their way.