Before Ross and Drake left headquarters, they were called over by D.C. Ferris, sitting as usual at his desk, his fingers dancing over the keys of his computer keyboard.
“You have anything for me, yet, Ferris?”
“I do indeed, sir. I was about to come and find you. You asked me to look into this relative of James Doyle?”
“That"s right, Bryce, or Price, wasn"t it?”
“It was Bryce actually, sir. Patrick Bryce. Born in Belfast in 1941. Lots of petty crime in his teens, four arrests, three convictions and was first suspected of being a member of the Provisional IRA in nineteen sixty three. Like a lot of those suspected of involvement in the troubles over there, the Royal Ulster Constabulary could never pin a thing on him. He was thought to be involved in at least a dozen sectarian murders but
