John Bain said, ‘It’ll no be right away, Maeve, lass. And maybe you can appeal.’
From the huddled depth of the armchair, she stared at him as if he spoke a foreign language. ‘Appeal?’
‘Aye.’
Anna Levy said, ‘But would they not need…reasons…grounds, what are they called?’ She was cradling a weeping Finola on the bed, while Kate had shut herself in the other room.
John Bain scratched his head. ‘Aye, well, there would need to be something. Ye’d need to ask the lawyer fella, like.’
‘Aye, well we’d need to start with that lazy gobshite that was supposed to be defending Brendan.’ Danny was pacing around. ‘He was a disgrace, so he was.’
‘I don’t think ye’d get far along that road, son. These people have the law tight tae suit theirselves.’ He smiled, a flash of teeth. ‘It’s no right, but it
