office was small so it was a bit of a crush with five of them in it. Kieron was flushed and irritable. Max wondered how much booze he’d knocked back tonight. Annie looked tired, almost frail, not like herself. Orla and Redmond, in dark coats that set off their red hair, looked like cool alabaster bookends. Unflappable, possibly dangerous. Jimmy had bundled Kieron up the stairs and Kieron hadn’t liked it at all.
‘Take your fucking hands off me,’ he snapped.
Max nodded. Jimmy released him.
‘Wait outside, will you? Jimmy?’
Jimmy gave Max an ‘are-you-kidding?’ look, but he reluctantly concurred.
‘Annie, Miss Delaney, take a seat,’ said Max when the door closed behind Jimmy. Donald Peers was still singing away downstairs, waves of applause following each song.
‘You mobsters are so polite,’ sneered Kieron.
‘Thanks,’ said Annie to Max. ‘But I’m not stopping.’
‘Can I order you a taxi?’ He didn’t want her to stop here, either. If anything kicked off now, Annie would be in the way and he didn’t like that. He wished she’d keep her arty fucking boyfriend on a tighter leash, though.
‘No, you fucking can’t,’ said Kieron. ‘She came with me and she’s going home with me. I’ve had enough of you pushing in, Carter.’
Redmond gave Kieron a cold look.
‘And you too,’ said Kieron hotly. ‘Come on Red, don’t be looking at me like that. I know what I’m doing. There’s no need to be coming along after me like I’m some sort of moron.’
‘Isn’t there?’ said Redmond. ‘Then why are you behaving like one?’
‘I’m sorry about this,’ said Orla to Annie. ‘We thought that when you left Kieron was rather upset. So we thought we’d better come after you, make sure you were all right.’ She looked pointedly at Kieron. ‘I don’t know what’s got into him lately.’
Annie slumped into a chair. She felt exhausted and she didn’t want to be here. She was very aware of Max sitting across the desk from her, watching all this interaction and wondering what was going on. She wanted to be in her bed, asleep. This was a fucking nightmare.
‘It was kind of you to come,’ said Annie to Orla.
‘Not kind at all. We have a lot of respect for you. We admire you as a businesswoman, and we have a great deal to thank you for.’
‘You have nothing to thank me for,’ said Annie wearily.
‘But we have.’ Orla’s face was blank but her voice was sincere. ‘For instance, we have you to thank for solving a major problem for us.’
Annie frowned. ‘What major problem?’
Orla smiled gently. ‘Why Pat, of course. He was getting to be a terrible problem, and you got rid of him for us. You and Mr Carter here. Isn’t that the case?’
There was silence in the room. Annie was aware that Max was tensing as Orla spoke. He was ready to move. But Orla was still coolly sitting there beside her, as if this were a bloody afternoon tea party and not an unexpected meeting that was turning out to be very scary indeed.
‘I don’t know what you mean,’ she said finally.
‘Yes you do,’ said Orla. ‘We know most of what happened to Pat. Nearly all of it, really.’
They’re guessing, thought Annie. They’re hoping I’ll admit something and then their bait will have worked. I’m not falling for it.
‘I don’t know what you mean,’ she repeated.
Redmond tutted under his breath and looked at his sister.
‘Ellie is a Delaney girl to her bones,’ said Orla. ‘She needed to unburden herself. She wanted to go to the police but she didn’t, and that’s something else we have to thank you for. She confessed to us that you were all in on the killing except her. She tried to stop it, but you dealt the final blow.’
Annie’s mouth dropped open. That fucking little liar. Out to save her own skin again, the miserable little grass. And to say that Annie had dealt the final blow! Jesus, it was Ellie herself who had jumped on Pat’s back and slit his throat wide open.
‘That isn’t true,’ said Annie. ‘It was Ellie who slit Pat’s throat.’
‘Be that as it may,’ said Redmond. ‘We’re grateful.’
‘Grateful?’
‘He used to abuse them when they were children,’ said Kieron suddenly. ‘Him and Tory.’
‘Kieron,’ said Orla, her face a mask of horror and shame as her secret was laid bare for everyone to hear.
Redmond’s look should have dissolved Kieron on the spot.
Annie looked at Redmond. Then at Orla.
‘Jesus,’ she said helplessly. ‘I don’t know what to say.’
‘Don’t say anything,’ said Orla, sending Kieron a furious glance. ‘My brother Kieron has a very big mouth and he ought to learn to keep it shut. This is family business.’
‘Oh, why hide it away? They were bastards, the pair of them,’ Kieron blundered on. ‘Tory was the instigator, but Pat was happy to participate, the fucking filthy nonce.’
Annie was trying to take it all in. God, all the times she had quivered with fear at the thought of Redmond finding out that she had been instrumental in the death of his brother Pat. How she and Dolly and Aretha and Darren had schemed and struggled to cover their tracks. And all for nothing. Ellie had told Orla and Redmond a warped version of events, and they had been pleased to hear that their nasty, incestuous, junkie brother had finally left the earth. Pleased.
‘Pat was becoming a liability, in any case,’ said Orla. ‘Something would have had to be done about him soon.’
It was as if she was discussing something totally disconnected from her, Annie realized. This was the key to Orla and Redmond Delaney. Finally Annie understood what she was dealing with. The childhood abuse had made them like this. So cold, so detached, so unable to participate in the normal everyday things of life. Both so beautiful and both so ruined, she thought in pity. No marriage, no children, no feelings for anything except each other. And what about Kieron? What about their parents?
She couldn’t ask. She looked at Orla and felt only horror and sympathy.
‘If you were relieved about Pat, then … you must have been relieved about Tory too?’ she asked.
Orla shot Kieron a disgusted glance. Then she looked at Annie. ‘Of course we were. But our parents were devastated by it.’
Kieron was looking fidgety again.
‘When our parents went back to Ireland, I burned down the Galway and the Liberty Lounge and we pocketed the
