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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

‘Never you mind about that. But let me tell you this: if anybody comes looking for him, or asking questions about him, you haven’t seen him and you haven’t seen any of us. Do you have me? You’ll sore regret it if you say that you have, I can promise you that.’

He didn’t even wait for the woman to answer, but returned to the Land Cruiser. Milo and one of the other men were heaving Eamonn’s body into the luggage space, his arms and his legs flopping, while Darragh and the other two men were standing around and shuffling from side to side to shield them from view.

‘Well?’ asked Milo.

Thomas looked up and down the road, and then he said, ‘No. I don’t want to dump him in the river. The tide could well take him out, do you know, but then again it might fetch him back in again, or he might end up floating around in circles in the Tivoli dock. And his head’s all broke in half, so the razzers are going to cop on straight away that he didn’t die accidental-like.’

‘So?’

‘So I have an idea to make it look as if he did die accidental-like, and we won’t have too far to go, either. Come on, let’s make tracks. The sooner we get this over and done with, the sooner we can go back to Eugene’s. I suddenly have a desperate thirst on me. Milo – would you be after having a spare bifter on you, boy?’

8

By midnight, Katie was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. Her back was aching and her brain felt as if it were stuffed full of fibreglass loft insulation.

Half an hour ago she had been told that the body of the young woman who had been drowned by the Lee Pusher had been brought up from the riverbed by two divers from the Cork Search and Rescue team. The young woman had been identified by neighbours as Roisin Carroll, aged twenty-one from Sunnyside, Blackrock. Her seven-month-old daughter, Ita, was being treated at the Mercy, and was expected to make a full recovery. Katie knew from several drowning accidents in the Lee that very young children can hold their breath under water much longer than adults.

Peadar Ó Dálaigh had been able to speak briefly to Detective Daley Cullen. He had told him that he had seen ‘a skinny streak of a fellow in grey’ running away from The Marina after Roisin had been pushed into the river, but he was unable to give him a more detailed description than that. ‘I was too worried about saving Roisin and her babby. I only wish to God that I could have saved Roisin, and my poor little Póg, too.’