The Bloomsday Dead (Michael Forsythe #3)

by Adrian McKinty

They say that when he was conceived the good fairy was on sabbatical. They say that when he was born vultures perched themselves on the houses of his enemies.

“I’m the same age as you,” Andy said. “Why don’t you two boys just kiss and make up,” Bridget mocked. Andy and I were put in our place, and we both laughed.