Carmel had too much pride to let anyone, especially Patrick Costello, kick her to the kerb. She had invested too much of her time and effort to end up a has-been. From the moment he put a ring on her finger, she had made it her mission in life to keep him by her side.

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-One

Michael was in a good mood. His Josephine looked the dog’s gonads at the party tonight, and he was excited about his forthcoming nuptials. He really was a man in love.

He’d been feeling very wholesome since his confession. He didn’t like being with Josephine knowing he had committed murder. It felt a bit off, even though he had chosen to do it and had known it was expected of him. There was a part of him that was secretly unnerved that his initial qualms about taking someone’s life now seemed completely out of proportion. He wasn’t exactly pleased by what he had done, but there was no getting away from the fact that it had been much easier than he had thought it would be to actually do it. He could argue that he’d been put into an impossible position. When Patrick made the request, he’d had no choice but to agree.

Father Riordan had taken his sins and wiped them away. It had been so easy, and he felt much better in himself now he had atoned for it. He felt lighter, as if the weight of the world had been taken off his shoulders. He would never again underestimate the power of his religion.

As he went into Patrick’s office he was smiling; he felt fantastic. ‘Hello, boys, you will not believe what I have got to tell you.’

Patrick grinned before saying sarcastically, ‘Well, let me guess. Is it to do with you, a dealer in Notting Hill, and the possibility of a cannabis-based business?’

Michael just laughed loudly. ‘Fucking hell, Pat! There was me thinking that I had manoeuvred us a right good earn, but I should have known better! You cannot be surprised, you’re always a fucking step ahead. You’re like Secret Squirrel. Un-fucking-believable!’