Chapters (69)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- The First Crossing
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Cross Country
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- The Woods
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- The Last Crossing
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- Chapter Fifty-Eight
- Chapter Fifty-Nine
- Acknowledgements
- Copyright
‘Look, I know that was hard. Martin was one of us. If you want my advice, you do what I’m going to do when I get home: don’t sit and mope about it, don’t think it over to see what we could have done differently. Go to the offie and buy a bottle of something strong and forget about the whole thing. He’s in his grave now and that’s where he’ll stay. We’re soldiers and soldiers do as they’re told. We followed orders and did our duty. We did the right thing.’
‘I didn’t,’ Tony muttered.
They reached the station where Duggan asked to be dropped, so he could take the late train home.
‘I’ll be in touch,’ he said as he left them. ‘Go home and forget about the whole bloody business.’
They watched him shuffle his way into the station, sticking a hand in his pocket and pawing out a few coins to pass to the young fella squatted at the station entrance, a paper coffee cup his begging bowl.
Tony watched him go, watched him turn the corner and vanish from sight. He silently prayed it would be the last time he would ever see Hugh Duggan. If he was in touch, Tony knew he would not answer, could not conceive of himself being involved in anything like this again.
He looked at Karen to see if she was likewise watching Duggan go, but her head was bowed, her gaze fixed on her hands, nested in her lap. She looked up at him, as if aware of his watching her, but she did not say a word.
Chapter Fifty-Six
Chapter Fifty-Six
‘We’re not going to say a word,’ Karen said.
‘I know that,’ Mullan said. ‘After all, I saved your lives. If Richard here hadn’t taken the bullets out of Hugh’s gun, you’d both be dead.’
‘As would you,’ Tony pointed out.
‘Ah!’ Mullan swatted the claim away with a wave of his hand, as if it were of no consequence. ‘You get cautious in my position. We did need to get Kelly’s body back, but I suspected Hugh might try something if he had the chance; Kelly was always a sore point for him. And with his illness, he was a dog gone rabid. And there’s only one thing you can do with a mad dog, and that’s put him to sleep.’
He moved across to Barr and patted his arm. ‘Good job, son.’
Barr took the compliment, with just a hint of a smile.
Tony dropped heavily to the ground, sat with his arms resting on his knees, exhausted from the constant buzz of adrenaline he’d fed himself all day.
‘Why did we have to be here? To see this?’