Let's Work Together
The Loggerheads pub, the same night
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Pat Walsh nodded at Bobby O’Quaid, who spotted him across the bar and was straight over to the Guinness pump to pour him his usual. Harry McKenzie had asked for a meeting again. Which meant he wanted something. That was fine as far as Pat was concerned because folks who wanted something were useful.
‘Bobby Q,’ Pat said, taking his pint. ‘Thank you most kindly, sir.’ He took a sip and tipped the pint at Bobby like a salute. ‘You weren’t at all bad back there,’ he told the barman. ‘Not b****y bad at all.’
‘Ta,’ Bobby said. ‘Just make sure you tell Mac. He hasn’t talked about owt but tonight for weeks.’
Pat nodded, and raised his glass again, heading over to Harry Mac the Lad, who was holding court at a table in the corner
