Owen showed her.
He put his finger on the junction, a crossroads where the connector road met a smaller one coming in from the west. On the north-east corner was a building, two storeys, an old agricultural supply place. On the south-west corner was a petrol station, closed. There were a few houses along the western road, and a field behind them.
"They came in from the north," said Owen. "Down the road, and across the field there behind the houses. The Challenger was here." He tapped the two-storey building. "Right beside it. Most of the time behind their lads, sort of in the middle. Whenever we put fire on anybody near that building, it didn't land."
"Didn't land how?" said Eamon. He had come over to listen. "Did he fight? Or did he stay back?"
