The man was staring. Burke glared a warning and the courier looked away. The man might not have stood out, if he hadn"t been pacing under the wet trees for over an hour.
Burke took out his cigarettes and called to the man. "Do you have a light?"
The courier fished a lighter from his pocket and waved it.
Burke walked over and, as he lit his cigarette from the proffered flame, whispered to the courier. "Lose yourself for a couple of hours. I"ll meet you at six in The Pied Bull. You know it?"
"I know it."
"I"ll be at the back."
The courier pocketed the lighter and gave Burke a puzzled look. "I was told..."
"To do as you"re told. Walk away, now."
* * *
Gallagher couldn"t shake the feeling. It was a kind of background anxiety, a melancholic vibe, an unidentifiable malaise. He"d been
