Chapter 5
The three men were waiting in the upstairs living quarters of the pub when Jimmy Burke arrived.
‘Somebody start talking. The news says a woman was killed but doesn't mention anyone else.’
Terry McBride shook his head and looked at Micksey Caraher, who was standing next to him. Emmet Short shuffled behind them.
‘Did you f*****g stiff him?’
‘No,’ said McBride. 'She was mental: she came at us with a bottle.'
'OK, so you shot the silly b***h. Then what?'
McBride looked at Caraher again and then back at Short. 'We couldn't get a clear shot. He was down behind the bar.'
Burke took a step forward. 'And you couldn't lean over?'
Caraher piped up. 'It had gone to s**t. You said be in and out in under a minute. That's why we sent Robbie forward on the motorbike, to spot where the f
