Rory knew from Erin that Larry was parking his fat arse in front of his brother Lance’s TV. Jake learned from Bettina that it was definitely true that the two brothers were dealing dope from the house. Larry was there most nights, since Lance held down an actual job as a night watchman at the mall in Moneygall. Rory and Jake parked at the head of the narrow street and then quietly strolled up to Lance’s two-up, two-down, identical to every other house on the road. They knew someone was there, the flickering kaleidoscope of colors from a TV lighting up the lace-curtained windows like a blaze. Rory peeked through the flimsy lace. “He’s there.” Jake rang the bell. No answer. Again. No answer. Again. But this time a nasty voice from inside boomed, “Feck off!” Rory and Jake looked at one another and kicked the door in. “What the fuck?” Presented with two large men looking angry, Larry put his hands up immediately. “Take whatever you want.
