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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

‘Believe it or not, that fellow there was one of the two feens who tried to kill me and Justice Connolly in MacCurtain Street. He pretty much admitted it. More than that, though, he was driving Justice Quinn’s car just before Justice Quinn was murdered. I recognized him from the CCTV.’

‘Serious? It was him who shot at you? And it could have been him who killed Justice Quinn? Like, one and the same fellow?’

‘There’s a strong possibility, yes. He’s totally buckled at the moment. I mean like wrecked. He must have had more than a few scoops before he set out on this raid to give himself some Dutch courage. But once he’s sobered up and recovered from his painkillers, maybe we can persuade him to tell us who paid him to kill Justice Quinn and to try to kill me and Justice Connolly.’

‘You think he will? Barry Riordan’s been known to take his revenge on squealers, even when they’re in jail.’

‘We could offer to persuade the judge to give him a lighter sentence, and to give him protection once he’s inside. I want that information, though, Patrick. It’s personal. You don’t even know how much.’

40

‘Declan! Take a sconce up in front, boy! Jesus! We could make this a tourist attraction and sell tickets!’

Declan Hennessy looked up from his laptop. He and Peter Bale were driving down the main access road of the Waterfront Business Park, nine kilometres to the east of Cork city. The rain was hammering against their windscreen and drumming against the side of their van. The road was flooded up to their axles and they were towing a hydro jet pump on a trailer, so they could only creep along slowly.

Both sides of the road were lined with factories and warehouses. Outside the entrance to the next warehouse up ahead of them, a huge geyser of water was spouting over thirty metres up into the air. It was being blown by the strong south-east wind so that it was topped by a ragged plume of spray.

Peter stopped the van and they both turned up the collars of their yellow waterproof jackets and put on their white protective helmets with Irish Water stencilled on the front. They were leak detection technicians, although this leak needed nothing at all in the way of detecting. Since the latest trough of low pressure had moved in over Cork and brought continuous heavy rain, this was the fifth overflow they had been called out to deal with, three of them in the city centre, but this one was by far the most spectacular.

They waded over to the open manhole. The manhole cover had been blown off by the force of the flooding and was lying under the water nearby.