Siobhan drove up to O"Keefe"s Pub and Restaurant where they were selling fish and chips at a good price. She bought two orders to go, thinking she could do the extra one up later that evening in the microwave in case she got hungry. The place was set up in a split-level building with the restaurant in the rear and the pub area in front. It was designed so that the food buyers could come in through a rear door so as not to be going in and out through the drinking area. Siobhan was just about to leave when a short, pudgy man appeared in the adjoining entranceway to the pub.
“Excuse me, miss,” she smiled cautiously, “May I have a word?”
“Well, sure,” she stepped towards him, studying his weathered features highlighted by a receding hairline, beady eyes staring through wire-rimmed glasses, a
