'Do you know what I hate about people?' Delaney asked Sally as he shifted into a lower gear and blasted his horn as he overtook an elderly woman who in his opinion shouldn't be allowed to be in charge of a bicycle, let alone a Mercedes with God knows how many horsepower under the bonnet. Sally wasn't happy with the way he was treating her car, but he was the boss so she kept her own counsel. 'No, sir?' 'Everything.' Delaney stepped on the accelerator. 'Because people lie, Sally. They do bad things to each other and they look you in the face and they lie about it.' 'Maybe it's your upbringing, sir.' 'Meaning?' 'All that Catholicism, confessions and all that.' 'I wasn't brought up among priests and nuns, Sally.' 'You weren't?' 'I was brought up by wolves.' He flashed a humourless grin at her as he brought the car to a screeching halt outside Morgan's workshop. 'Let's go and talk to the liar. See if he's ready to make his confession.' Inside his workshop, Morgan watched as Delaney and Sally approached.
