“We’ve checked everywhere. Garages, shed. All through the house. There’s no more booby-traps that we can find.” “Does it look like the kind of device that Dave MacSweeny might have planted?” “Well, let’s put it this way, it doesn’t look as if it was very professional. The bomb boys think they wired about half a pound of Semtex to the self-starter, but the connection may have been faulty. It was only when Declan put the jump-leads on it that there was enough current to bridge the gap.” “God, I don’t know how I’m going to break the news to Patrick.” Jimmy laid a hand on her shoulder. “I’ll do it if you like. Patrick and I go back a very long way.” “No, you’re all right. It’s my job. And besides, I was the one who asked Declan to take a look at Paul’s car, and it should have occurred to me that there was some good reason why it wouldn’t start. That was what Dave MacSweeny was doing here yesterday. He wasn’t waiting to follow us. He couldn’t even have known that I was going to give Paul a lift.
