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“I just wish, though, that the human race was not quite so often trapped by its own versatility.”
John Arden, Introduction to Cogs Tyrannic
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It took me two days to find Bill Cassell. His usual haunt, Sweeney’s, remained closed. I trawled through Galway’s late night pubs, hearing a word here, a hint there. He was not somebody people were comfortable talking about.
Since Casey, his bodyguard, was shot, he hadn’t been seen either. Now I learnt he was in Belfast, having his knee rebuilt. The experts in such injuries are there. If you want information and fast, pay for it,
I did.
Found lots of information, including a special piece of Bill’s family history that I knew I could use to manipulate him. I never expected to find this; it just turned up in my search.
Tracked down the barma
