You don’t have the neck.’ The woman shrugged, as if he could think whatever he liked and it would make no difference to her. ‘That is what Mânios Dumitrescu said at first. But I changed his mind. Soon he was sawing at his wrist like it was the middle of winter and he was freezing and he had to ha...
That’s terrific. So long as his honor can be here by three. Thank you. Thank you again. Yes. Thank you. Goodbye.’ He tossed his phone on to the heaps of correspondence on his desk, tilted his chair back and looked up at Luther with a self-satisfied beam. ‘That’s it, L.B. Everything’s sorted. The ...
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Katie’s father lived in Monkstown, on the west side of Cork harbour, in a tall green Victorian house that overlooked the half-mile stretch of water that separated Monkstown from Cobh, where Katie lived. On a clear day she could glimpse her own front wall behind the dark row of elm trees that line...
“We’ve checked everywhere. Garages, shed. All through the house. There’s no more booby-traps that we can find.” “Does it look like the kind of device that Dave MacSweeny might have planted?” “Well, let’s put it this way, it doesn’t look as if it was very professional. The bomb boys think they wir...