“And that cow of a sister-in-law wouldn’t have turned me out” Christy said morosely.
“You ought to know I had the rozzers, well that Inspector Simmons it was, snooping at the club asking me if I’d seen you after you got out. ‘Course it was before you got yourself lifted on that murder charge, so it was.”
Christy dragged on her cigarette angrily, face draining of colour. “Simmons is bleedin’ on to somethin’, I know he is, or he wouldn’t have paid you a visit.” She dealt Paddy an uneasy look. “He don’t know you have key, does he Bren?”
“Jesus girl, I’m not that fuckin’ stupid, despite what they say about the Irish. Anyway, maybe you ought to be leaving before the streets get too crowded. I can fit you up with a…”
Christy glared at him in disbelief. “But you said I could hang around here
