The phone rang at ten past seven.
"Maeve."
"Are you on your own?"
He'd rung her back the night before. She'd said not on this line, and not till I've finished checking, and hung up.
James walked out past the trucks to the fence.
"I am now."
"A man has been trying to reach you through the guild. The business line, then the legal office, then my own email. Four days. We binned the first two as cranks. He kept coming, and every time he gave us a bit more. In the end he gave us enough that I had to look."
"Who is he?"
"A British solicitor. He says he acts for someone close to the Crown, and he'll only talk to you."
"There was a number on my phone last night. One I didn't know."
"That'll be his office. He got your mobile from somewhere, and I'd like to know where. Don't ring it back."
North of Dundalk the guns were going, low and steady.
"A British lawyer wants me in a room. This week. Maeve, their army's been trying to put a bullet in me since the day they crossed."
