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
‘Get him out of here,’ Duggan snapped at Karen. ‘We’ll speak later.’
Tony allowed Karen to guide him out of the bar, looking back only once to where Kelly sat still on the floor, his hand pressed against his nose, blood streaming through his fingers.
‘Fucker!’ Kelly spat.
Tony turned, pulling himself free from Karen’s grip, lifting his fist once more, but Duggan stepped between him and Kelly, his frame blocking an opportunity for Tony to strike once more.
‘You’ve had your go,’ Duggan said. ‘Unless you want me to start on you, you’ll leave him alone now.’
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Eight
‘You need to leave him alone,’ Karen said, once Barr had got out of the car. They’d parked outside a family restaurant next to the service station into which Barr had headed. ‘I’m not going to let you hurt him.’
‘Who? Dick?’ Duggan said.
‘Yeah, leave him alone, Hugh,’ Tony added. ‘You’ve been sending him errands all day. He’s not a skivvy.’
‘Don’t tell me what to do,’ Duggan snapped. ‘After all I done for them, for “the party”, the least they can do is a can of Coke and a fucking bar.’
‘He’s not “the party”. He’s just a kid.’
‘He’s a fucking prick,’ Duggan hissed. ‘Talking to me about being inside. Calling me Hugh like we’re old friends.’
‘I told him to do that. It was better than Mr Duggan,’ Tony said. He roused himself from his memories of Shauna Laird. ‘Karen’s right. We’re all in this together.’
‘We’re all in this together. I love that! You were barely in it thirty years ago; you spent your time changing your mind. Are you sure you’ll see it through today?’
‘Worry about yourself, Hugh,’ Tony said, trying not to get drawn down the path Hugh clearly wanted to take. He was spoiling for a fight, the drink he’d taken on the boat had made him as belligerent as Tony had feared.
‘Why are you even here?’ Hugh said, twisting to look at him.
‘To find Martin Kelly.’
‘No, I mean what’s the real reason.’
‘That is the real reason,’ Tony said, though he could not hold Duggan’s gaze, his eyes dropping to look at his hands. ‘I want his family to get his body back.’
‘Naw,’ Duggan said. ‘We all have our reasons for being here and none of them is for the Kelly family. If you’d cared that much you’ve had thirty years to call them and tell them where he is.’
‘Then why are we all here, Hugh?’ Karen asked. ‘What’s the real reason?’