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

‘It’s all gone arseways, Bazza! I’ve just heard from Molan! There was no O’Flynns there at all and when our boys went rushing in, a whole crowd of cops went rushing in after them!’

‘What?’

‘He says he heard shooting and then the cops fetched the boys out all cuffed up and loaded them into a paddy wagon. But he saw no sign of Feargal coming out, nor Jimmy, nor Padraig nor Cathal neither.’

Barry gripped the wheel so tightly that he looked as if he were going to wrench it right off the steering column. Dougal remained by the side of his car, panting in the rain like a Labrador waiting to have a stick thrown for him.

‘We’ve been stitched up!’ Barry breathed, with smoke still puffing out of his nose and his mouth. ‘We’ve been fecking stitched up! I’ll bet you anything you like that Tommy O’Flynn set this up deliberate! I’ll bet you there never was no birthday party! He knew we’d want to mess it up, and he tipped off the shades! I’ll fecking kill him with my bare hands! I’ll fecking shoot him and run him over and cut off his mebs and toss him in the river!’

‘But if there wasn’t a party, why did Lenny tell us that there was?’

‘How the feck should I know? O’Flynn must have bamboozled him, too, or paid him off.’

‘No… Lenny wouldn’t rat on you. Not Lenny.’

‘Every feen has his price, Dougal. You know that.’

‘Not me, Bazza. I’m with you all the way. But what are you going to do now?’

‘What do you think I’m going to do? I’m going to go home and do nothing. Absolutely fecking feck-all. You know what’s bound to happen now, don’t you? The shades’ll be knocking at my door trying to haul me in for conspiracy to murder.’

‘But you wasn’t there, Bazza.’

‘That’s where I’ll have them on toast. I wasn’t there personally myself in person, like you say. And there was nobody there at The Weavers to be murdered, so I couldn’t conspire to murder somebody who wasn’t there, could I? And I’ll swear on the Bible that I knew nothing whatsoever about any of this at all. They can’t arrest me for something I never even heard of.’

‘So long as none of the lads squeal.’

‘What? Are you taking the Michael? Lenny might’ve been paid off, and if he has I’ll find out about it, and he’ll pay for it ten times more, I promise you. But none of our boys would dream of squealing. They know too well what would be coming their way if ever they did.’