Chapter One
Surfaces, Sheens,
A China Doll,
And a Jade Figurine
McGarr eased open a casement window at the back of a house in Ballsbridge, a select area south of Dublin.
The gloaming of a long summer evening had cast a pall, funereal and still, over the neat rows of flowers, the clipped shrubs, and the spiked iron fences that formed an alley in the distance.
Below him he could hear two women talking.
" ... and it's little wonder the police have arrived
her letting the daughter go around all tarted up who knows where with who knows who. And the string of them. A week, ten days some of them take her out only once." There was a significant pause. "And what she must spend. Just one of those see through blouses why, twenty pounds easily. And how old would you say she is?"
"Who?"
"The old one, the mother. Of course, ...
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