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  2. INTRODUCINGKATIE MAGUIRE
  3. ALSO BY GRAHAM MASTERTON
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Katie said, ‘If that’s everything, I have to be getting off to see how Operation Hubbard’s coming along.’ She couldn’t bring herself to call him ‘sir’.

‘I’m sorry,’ he mumbled.

‘No, you’re not. With me you never will be.’

He looked across at her and gave her a rueful shrug. ‘We seem to be star-crossed, don’t we, you and me?’

‘It’s lovers who are star-crossed, and we’ve never been lovers. All you’ve ever wanted to do is have your way with me, and because I won’t let you have your way with me, you want to destroy me. Well, come here to me – I’m not giving you the pleasure of either.’

She went to the door and opened it. ‘I’ll keep you up to date on Operation Hubbard. I’ll do it because you’re the chief superintendent and it’s proper procedure. But don’t you ever dare to threaten me again, do you hear me?’

Brendan looked down at the sheets of newspaper strewn around his feet. Then he looked at Katie again, with a strange mixture of hostility and regret, but he didn’t answer.

38

When the tide began to rise on the River Lee that morning, it had already been raining heavily for twenty-eight hours, and a strong south-east wind had slowed the usual eastward flow of water into Cork Harbour.

By 10:45, the quays were under water and South Mall and the lower part of Oliver Plunkett Street were flooded ankle-deep. The county council were putting out warnings that it was going to get ‘worse before it got better’, and that free sandbags could be picked up from the council depot.

Katie glanced out of the rain-dribbled window from time to time but she was concentrating now on making sure that everything was ready for Operation Hubbard.

She had downloaded photographs from The Weavers Facebook page so that she could see the wood-panelled interior of the two adjoining bars and how all the tables were laid out. On their estate agents’ website she had discovered floor plans not only of both bars, but of the pub’s upstairs rooms.

Sergeant Mullally and four officers from his armed support unit came up to her office to work out second by second how they were going to respond when the Riordans arrived outside, depending on how many of the gang showed up, and what weapons they were carrying, if any. They discussed what positions they were going to take up once they were inside the bars, especially if any of the gang ducked down behind the counter for cover.