Perhaps she thought I did this all the time, either as a habit or a recreation. This wasn't her garden plot, but I knew that she did some weeding and watering for some of the tenants who were too infirm to manage their own; cutting was handled by two enterprising kids from off site who brought their own mower and tended the postage-stamp lawns at a dollar a throw.I said, 'I'm kind of in a hurry, Mrs Moynahan. Can it wait?''I don't think so. Didn't you get my note?''The IRA terrorists.''They sent a man around. I think they've found out you're with the police.'Why me? Why now? I felt almost as if a big target had been painted on my back ready for the start of the Volchak season. Still scanning what I could see of the avenue - wooden cladding, white picket, the nose of a car sticking out here and there like that of a sleeping dog - I said, 'They won't be a problem any more, Mrs Moynahan. I've had all your information put into the computer, they're moving on it right now...''Please, sergeant.' Her hand was on my arm again, and I had to look at her.
