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

‘I can’t say. It’d be more than my life’s worth. But give your Tommy any excuse you can think of not to go. I don’t know – tell him you have the scutters or you’re jamming or your ma’s passed away. Anything.’

‘Megan – he’ll expect me to be there no matter what.’

‘Then don’t make any excuses. Simply don’t go.’

‘But he’ll be fuming if I don’t.’

‘No, he won’t. I swear to God.’

‘How can you be so sure of that? You know what – hold on, I have to go. Somebody’s just walked in.’

With that, Muireann abruptly ended their conversation, and Megan was left with a dead phone and the muted sounds of ‘Tango Argentino’ on the television.

She chewed anxiously at her swollen lip. She was desperately undecided as to what she should do. After Nocky had arrived, she had crept to the kitchen door and eavesdropped. She had heard only snatches, because none of the men spoke very distinctly, and she was partly deaf in her left ear from when Barry had smacked her across the head on Christmas Day. All the same, she had picked up enough to realize that they were planning to invade The Weavers and wreck Maddie O’Flynn’s birthday party.

When Nocky had left she’d nearly been caught, but he had hesitated for a moment before he had opened the door wide and that had given her time to dodge back into the living room. After he had gone, she had crept back to listen to what Barry and Gavin and Feargal were talking about. Again, it hadn’t been easy to make out what they were saying, but she had distinctly heard Gavin say ‘handguns’ and ‘Glock’ and Barry say ‘Rugers’ and ‘St Michael’s Cemetery’.

She had been married to Barry for long enough to know what a Ruger was. And she had heard him come out with that threat about St Michael’s Cemetery more than once. It wasn’t difficult to guess that he was planning on shooting at least one of the O’Flynns at the birthday party, and maybe more. But if she warned the guards, she would be the first person that Barry would suspect of ratting on him, and she was terrified of what he would do to her, even if he had no proof. He had suspected her once before of letting slip the time and place of a major drugs deal, and it was only after he had done appalling things to her with a broom handle that he had given up and admitted that perhaps she hadn’t sneaked on him after all.

She waited with the television still turned down to see if Muireann would ring her back, but her phone remained dead.

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