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  1. Cover
  2. INTRODUCINGKATIE MAGUIRE
  3. ALSO BY GRAHAM MASTERTON
  4. Title Page
  5. Copyright
  6. Epigraph
  7. Contents
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  59. About the Author
  60. An Invitation from the Publisher

‘Well, I doubt it. But I’ll talk to her anyway, once we find her. If we can find her. Here’s her name and address pinging up – Doireann Greaney, 29 Inniscarra Road, Fair Hill.’

Detective Sergeant Begley nodded his head towards the opposite side of College Road. ‘There’s all the press over there, ma’am. Swarming like flies around dog shite. You’ll have seen the papers this morning, I expect.’

‘What, why? I haven’t had time to have a cup of coffee, Sean, let alone read the papers.’

‘There’s a fierce derogatory story about you in the Sun, I’m sorry to say. Not deserved at all, but they seem to have it in for you.’

‘Go on. What does it say?’

‘I didn’t read all of it, but there’s a picture of you on the inside page and the headline’s something like “The Detective Who Hasn’t Got The Guts”. It’s referring to that young feen being stabbed at the Zombie Lounge and how you wouldn’t release any details of him being disembowelled all over the floor, like.’

Katie shook her head. ‘It’s that Owen Dineen. For some reason he’s doing everything he can to bring me down. Well, all I can do is ignore him. He’ll grow tired of it sooner or later.’

‘There’s stories about the Zombie Lounge in the Times and the Examiner, too. They don’t criticize you personal-like, but the Examiner says that Cork is becoming like a war zone. Worse than Limerick, they say, back in the days of the McCarthy-Dundons and the Collopy-Keanes.’

‘Right at this moment, Sean, I don’t give a purple damn what the newspapers are saying about me. There’s eleven young students upstairs who came to college today to learn how to live a full and useful life, helping the sick to get better. Instead of that, they’ve been blown into pieces – their professor, too. For some reason I can’t understand, the newspapers seem to have turned against me. But that’s not going to stop me finding out who murdered all these innocent people today, and making sure that we gather enough evidence to have them locked away for life.’

Katie was breathing hard. She paused, and then she said, ‘I’m sorry. I’m angry. I didn’t mean to take it out on you. I’m going to go over now and take it out on the press.’

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