“Well.” The front cop looked around a bit more. The one in back kept his eyes trained to me. “Okay. Just keep the noise down.” “Yes, sir. Of course, sir. Sorry, sir!” “Don’t grovel to them, we haven’t done anything wrong,” Niamh said. “Would you shut up, woman? We just buried—” I kicked Mr. Tom. The two of them needed to be separated at all times. That was utterly clear.
