Park’s aunt Sarah had a conference with the lawyer representing him.
You get what you pay for and, in this case, as she was laying out a shitload of green, she had the whiz kid of the city. But smarmy.
Oh, yeah.
Sarah knew to be suspicious of any man who wore more jewelry than she did. And not only that, but classy gear. And he did that annoying thing of shooting his cuffs to emphasize a point and, of course, to show you the Cartier watch, etc.
His office alone cost as much as the salaries of the Irish Water Board. And he was just as arrogant as those charlatans. He said,
“I’ve been in touch with Sergeant Ridge. She is the chief cop on the case and a dyke.”
Sarah wanted to ask,
“And this s****l data helps . . . how?”
But every question cost another five hundred euros. She nodded sa
