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  1. Cover
  2. INTRODUCINGKATIE MAGUIRE
  3. ALSO BY GRAHAM MASTERTON
  4. Title Page
  5. Copyright
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‘No, Robert. All of a sudden I have no appetite at all. This creature made a bomb that killed twelve innocent people and I want to talk to him face-to-face right now.’

When Katie and Robert and Detective Cullen entered the interview room, James MacGreevy was standing up and talking to his solicitor. MacGreevy was a burly man with tightly curled white hair and a bristling white moustache and a crimson face, his eyes bloodshot from drink. Aidan O’Mahoney, on the other hand, was slender and ivory-faced with shiny black hair parted in the centre, and he was wearing a dark grey three-piece suit. He looked as if he had stepped right out of a black-and-white photograph from the Easter Rising.

‘Ah! You!’ blustered James MacGreevy, pointing at Katie as soon as she walked in through the door. ‘Three fecking hours I’ve been waiting here! Three fecking hours when I could have been tending me chrysanthemums!’

‘Please sit down, Mr MacGreevy.’

‘No, I will not sit down! What’s this fecking nonsense all about, I’d like to know? I’ve been hauled in for what? “Offences against the State?” What “Offences against the State”? I’m a fecking market gardener! Since when has it been an offence against the state to grow tomatoes?’

‘It’s all right, James, I’ll handle this,’ said Aidan O’Mahoney, patting him on the shoulder.

‘No! This is a fecking outrage! Hauling me in here and searching my house! This is a blatant invasion of me yooman rights! It’s this woman, that’s who it is! She’s been in all the papers lately because she couldn’t catch a dose of the garronarhea, let alone a criminal!’

‘Please advise your client to sit down, Mr Mahoney,’ said Katie, drawing up a chair. ‘And please advise him to keep his language and his insults to himself.’

‘I will in me ring, girl,’ James MacGreevy retorted. ‘Where’s Fear first?’

‘Fear?’

‘Me dog. Why did you have to fetch him in, too? Who’s taking care of him? The poor gom’s been suffering from the ear mites. If anything happens to him, I’m warning you.’

Katie opened up the file of reports on the School of Pharmacy bombing. ‘Is that why you took him to see your son?’ she asked, without looking up at him.

James MacGreevy scraped out a chair and sat down. ‘How did you know that?’

‘Because whatever your low opinion of my abilities, Mr MacGreevy, it’s my business to know the movements of all the suspects in every investigation that I’m dealing with. Especially a serious investigation like this, in which there’s been massive loss of life.’

‘What the feck are you raving about, “massive loss of life”? I’ve just told you, girl. I’m a market gardener. The only massive loss of life that I’m responsible for is bindweed and aphids.’