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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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‘The PSNI have never been able to find out who made those three devices, have they? So my guess is that when they heard about this device, they got in touch with you, and between you you’re trying to frame my client for making all of them. That would tie everything up pure neatly for the both of you, now wouldn’t it?’

‘If that’s what you can smell, Mr O’Mahoney, I suggest you pay a visit to Mr MacGreevy’s son the vet. He’s sorted out Fear’s ears. I’m sure he could sort out your nose.’

She turned to Robert and said, ‘Charge him.’

Robert said, in his flattest voice, ‘James Pearse MacGreevy, I am arresting you under the Offences Against the State Act for the construction of an explosive device, knowing that its purpose was to inflict multiple loss of life. You are not obliged to say anything unless you wish to do so, but anything you say will be taken down in writing and may be given in evidence.’

‘Feck off over the wall,’ said James MacGreevy. ‘I’ll give you fecking dog hairs, you amadán.’

32

After James MacGreevy had been charged and taken away, Katie and Robert found that Sergeant Murphy was waiting outside in the corridor for them.

‘You need to come up and take a sconce at that Tivoli Park footage,’ he told them. ‘I can’t be one hundred per cent sure, but if it shows what I think it shows, it’s pure incriminating.’

They followed him up to the station’s top floor, into the dim, hushed communications room. Six gardaí were sitting in front of the forty CCTV screens that covered Cork city from almost every angle, occasionally panning their cameras to track a shopper who was acting suspiciously, or focusing on a car driver’s face. They could zoom in so close that they could read the titles of the books in Eason’s shop windows, and the price tickets in Penneys.

They found Detective Sergeant Begley already peering at one of the screens – so intently that his nose was almost touching it. He was stopping the footage and backing it up and running it over and over again.

‘Sean here’s been trying to identify the fellow who planted the bomb in the pharmacy lab,’ said Sergeant Murphy, and Detective Sergeant Begley sat back so that they could all see the screen.