God, he hated this. He staggered back to his room, wiping his face. It had been a constant joke in the Rangers: the biggest guy in the Wing, the one who could defeat all comers, could be brought down by a few grains of flour. He paused. Something was wrong. The apartment was too quiet. The television was still on, but there was no sound of human movement. He forced himself away from the peace of his bed and checked. The apartment was empty. Where the fuck was Sinead? He found his phone and called Andy. ‘Hi boss, glad to hear you’re back in the land of the living. But bad news, Hall is still in Paris but he’s gone to ground. You should have seen the little cutie who saw Hall working out at the gym. She –’ ‘Shut up.’ Niall didn’t have the patience to deal with Andy and his womanizing. ‘Did you put Sinead on the train?’ ‘No, I told Reilly to take her.’ Niall cursed, and hung up so that he could phone Reilly. ‘Where is she?’ he demanded. Reilly’s voice was muffled by what sounded like a pool hall.
