Sister Mary Dominique stood quietly on the corner of Jubilee Street and St. Michael"s Road, where they formed a three-way junction with Grafton Street. She"d seen the black Ford Mondeo arrive some minutes earlier, and seen the two police officers alight from the vehicle and make their way to the house in the centre of the terrace on the opposite side of the street. She knew they were police officers. Their bearing, the way they walked, even the way the younger of the two officers, the woman, held the thin file folder spoke to the world and announced them as officers of the law. If that wasn"t enough, the way the light fell on the car it was possible to make out the red and blue flashing lights, situated behind the radiator grille, which clearly identified the Mondeo as an unmarked police c
