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629 pages, Paperback
First published July 22, 1993




Eventhough she was an Old Bill, a Filth, he trusted her somehow.

In the back of her mind she knew that the situation should never had got this far. The man was a villian. Patrick Kelly was as bad one, a robber, a violent repoman. 'The Snatchman' was his nickname. But at this moment Kate could not have cared less if he was a mass murderer.
She wanted him.
She had him.
She kissed him.
She would worry later. Much later.

"Now, what's this I hear about this madman driving an Irish Ford?
Kate's heavy brows knitted together.
"I'm sorry? An Irish Ford?"
"An O'Ryan ... Orion."

Fine Young Cannibals were singing "Johnny Come Home"

Kate took a long pull on her cigarette and sighed.
What the hell had happened to her life?

Evelyn bustled back into the room with her Irish whiskey.
"I call this my Holy Water, it's as good as a tonic. My cousin from Coleraine sends it to me, may God bless her and keep her. It's the mountain water that gives it the taste. You know her name's actually Katie Daly. It's true."
Patrick laughed.
'Katie Daly' had been one of this mother's favourite songs. It was about a girl who made poteen, an illegal Irish whiskey, and the troops who came to arrest her.
