She rolled onto her side and in the half-light, looked at her lover and thought how strange men were. Patrick was probably one of the best-looking men she’d ever been with, and yet he bored her. In her time she’d had some ugly bastards – look at Arthur Hatfield. But they’d had something about the...
‘What is it?’ he asked. She stood up. ‘Someone’s accusing Sheridans of funding the IRA,’ she replied. ‘I’ve got to go to HQ. Look, you go on down to Layton House. I’ll get there as soon as I can.’ ‘Well do you want me to come to HQ with you?’ ‘No. Just go down to Abbott’s Leigh Robin. I can cope ...