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  2. INTRODUCINGKATIE MAGUIRE
  3. ALSO BY GRAHAM MASTERTON
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She stood beside a wall and let out a howl of grief, her eyes bursting with tears. She could hear him, she could hear Garrett inside her head, turning over in bed and stroking her hair and saying, ‘My red-haired merrow. You caught me in your net, didn’t you, and now I’m yours, trapped for ever and a day.’

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As they drove back to Anglesea Street, Kyna said, ‘He admits that Orla Quinn told him to get rid of Garrett, but he totally refuses to say who told him to shoot Billy Hagerty.’

‘Yes, but think about it. Would you, if you were him? There’s nothing much that Orla Quinn can do to him, is there? But I’m pretty sure that it was Barry Riordan who ordered him to hit Billy Hagerty, for whatever reason, and if he ratted on him, his life wouldn’t be worth living, even in jail. Especially in jail. There are more of Riordan’s gang in jail than there are out of it.’

They crossed over the Christy Ring Bridge, and a full moon was reflected in the river. ‘You didn’t tell me about the footprints,’ said Kyna.

‘No? Well, of course not.’

‘Why not?’

‘Because there weren’t any.’

‘What? You’re codding me, aren’t you?’

‘How else was I going to get him to confess? We have no conclusive forensic evidence that it was Feargal who set fire to Garrett’s car. Okay, we have the CCTV footage of him driving away with Garrett from Tivoli Park, but that’s purely circumstantial. A lawyer could argue that anything could have happened between there and White’s Cross, and the only witness who saw him on the Ballincollie Road that morning is dead. But he believed we have footprints and now we have a confession. We don’t even have to borrow his boots while he’s in hospital and photograph a few false impressions.’

‘Do you know something?’ said Kyna. ‘You’re a whole lot wilier than I ever thought. Sometimes I wonder who you are.’

47

Gavin Garvey came out of The Poor Relation pub on Parnell Place, trying to shrug on his coat and light a cigarette at the same time. He had his lighter in his left hand and his right arm up in the air, still tangled in his sleeve, when Darragh and Milo came briskly up behind him, seized his arms, and started to drag him up towards Oliver Plunkett Street.

‘Lay off me, you fecking gorillas!’ Gavin swore at them, and tried to wrench himself free, but Darragh jabbed a pistol hard into his ribs. Parnell Place was busy at that time of the evening, but no passer-by was going to interfere with three hard-looking men who were obviously having a scrap.

‘Keep the peace, Gavin, or I’ll do for you here and now.’