The table the four were sitting at was in a quiet corner of the bar, but still afforded a good, uninterrupted view of the room and Rob became distracted by a small group of five men standing just back from the bar. They were obviously enjoying a lads night out and were in good spirits judging by the laughter and good natured banter he could almost overhear. He was paticulaarly intrigued by a slighty overweight man, with a slight paunch and close cropped hair, who, with a pint of Guinness in hand, was sharing a tale with his companions. They were all listening intently and then burst into loud laughter.
“Lorna, is that the guy you bollocked for dropping the lodge in the wrong place the last time we were up?”
“Yeah, Andy Mackie. You spoke to him. In fact you did more than speak to him, you
