I spent five days traversing the streets of Dublin. Five days of prodding, pushing, playing games, bribing, and throwing around veiled threats, and the only thing I got for my efforts was confirmation that Eithne had told the truth. Mythborn Protection Forces weren’t involved in the bombing, which in a way didn’t make me happy at all. If the bombers had had any ties to the MPF, tracking them down would be much easier, while searching for a group, or even worse, an individual, with no associations would be both time-consuming and difficult.
I didn’t feel like drinking, but I dragged my sorry bones to Temple Bar. Even though I had my net of contacts and ways of gathering information, I still appreciated the results yielded by simple eavesdropping or socializing with strangers. After all, wi
