"What"s going to happen to Gallagher?"
"That all depends upon Gallagher. How would you describe his relationship with the woman?"
"He doesn"t trust her, that"s obvious, but there"s a level of admiration. She"s a pro. You can tell he respects that."
"Nothing more?"
"I don"t think he"s shagging her, if that"s what you mean."
Fairbrass dabbed at the corner of his mouth with his napkin. "What"s their plan?"
"I thought you wanted to arrest her. I"ve told you where she is."
"All in good time. Now, what"s their plan?"
* * *
Gallagher walked back from the bathroom. Sorcha was lying on her back, staring at the ceiling, her legs apart, chest rising and falling, face flushed.
"Come back to bed," she said, adjusting the sheets and turning over to expose her buttocks. She was trying to play
