She is no more than twelve years old, O’Keefe reckons. He feels a hard bolt of anger in his gut, which fades only when he realises—taking in the apron and the damp rag in the girl’s hand—that she is merely a serving maid or cleaner in the brothel. He cannot imagine his father owing anything to a ...
This was routine procedure and one he thought necessary. The constabulary, for all its faults, still possessed men who had an encyclopaedic knowledge of local crimes and intelligence. Many of the RIC’s opponents, in fact, accused it of being nothing better than the eyes and ears of the Crown in I...