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Back The Jump
Chapters (52)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgements
  5. BOOK ONE
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-One
  27. Chapter Twenty-Two
  28. Chapter Twenty-Three
  29. Chapter Twenty-Four
  30. Chapter Twenty-Five
  31. BOOK TWO
  32. Chapter Twenty-Six
  33. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  34. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  35. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  36. Chapter Thirty
  37. Chapter Thirty-One
  38. Chapter Thirty-Two
  39. Chapter Thirty-Three
  40. Chapter Thirty-Four
  41. Chapter Thirty-Five
  42. Chapter Thirty-Six
  43. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  44. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  45. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  46. BOOK THREE
  47. Chapter Forty
  48. Chapter Forty-One
  49. Chapter Forty-Two
  50. Chapter Forty-Three
  51. Chapter Forty-Four
  52. Epilogue

‘I haven’t told her yet,’ Donna confessed. ‘I don’t know what to say. So far the News has only said they’ve pulled in two people for questioning. No names, nothing. I’ll wait until he gets home before I start worrying them. After all, what’s the point? If he comes home, we’ll be all right.’

Davey smiled sadly. This woman in front of him wasn’t geared up for all this. It was unfair.

‘He’ll be home, darlin’. Laughton’s a prat. Everyone has a bit of hag off him at some time or another - it’s par for the course.’

Donna smiled, a tiny restrained smile, and Davey felt his heart melt in his chest.

‘So everyone keeps saying. Georgio told me to tell you to carry on as normal.’

Davey swept out his arms in a gesture of good will. ‘That’s exactly what I am doing, my lovely.’

‘Can I do anything?’

Davey laughed then, a deep belly laugh. ‘Go home and get yourself tarted up for the conquering hero. That’s all you need to do, Donna love.’

She didn’t smile back. Instead she slipped from the desk and nodded. ‘Of course it is. Now why didn’t I think of that?’

Turning abruptly, she walked from the tiny office and slammed the door behind her. Davey watched her walk stiff-backed towards her car, and he tapped his teeth reflectively with the end of a biro. There was more to Donna Brunos than met the eye. Now why had he never realised that before?

Thoughtfully, he picked up the phone and began dialling.

Maeve Brunos was reading the Sun and drinking a large mug of strong black coffee. It was a ritual she enjoyed every day. Her husband was at work in the restaurant downstairs, preparing the evening meals, and her children were out and about. Bringing up six kids in a small flat made you very aware of quality time. And this was her quality time, her time alone. ‘Maeve’s half-hour’ they called it, and she loved every second of it.

She read the leader on the front page and tutted. A photograph of the young security man who had died the day before in an armed robbery was emblazoned across the front page. It had been taken on his wedding day; the caption read: FIND THE KILLERS.