‘Okay, Ryan. Tell me your thoughts about Patricia Knight’. Collette was surprised that he hadn’t come back and tried to wipe the floor with her. The fact that he hadn’t was almost as unnerving as if he had laid into her again. Maybe his spirit had cracked before hers. He looked like he’d totally capitulated. ‘Sir, Patricia Knight has committed no crimes since arriving in Australia in nineteen seventy-six. She and her husband Dennis have had their financial ups and downs and been behind with their taxes on a couple of occasions but none of that adds up to the crime of the century. What came earlier of course is an entirely different matter. Patricia O’Connell was a member of the IRA and therefore implicated in many crimes that we’re completely unaware of down here. But she turned her back on all of that when she came out here and in the absence of any extradition request from the UK on the basis of specific charges then I really don’t see what else there is we can do apart from to provide the basic security around her house and ensure her safety within that’. Burns sat back and brought his hands together in front of him, letting his fingertips touch in a church like shape.
