‘Be sensible,’ Devlin told him. ‘Just answer a few questions and you can go back to being George Kelly again.’
McGuire put a hand up defensively. ‘All right, I get the point. What do you want to know?’
‘Nineteen eighty-one, the London bombing campaign,’ Brosnan said. ‘You were Dillon’s control.’
McGuire glanced at Mary. ‘That’s right.’
‘We know Dillon would have experienced the usual problems as regards weapons and explosives, Mr McGuire,’ Mary said. ‘And I’ve been given to understand he always favours underworld contacts in that sort of situation. Is that so?’
‘Yes, he usually worked in that way,’ McGuire said reluctantly and sat down.
‘Have you any idea who he used in London in nineteen eighty-one?’ Mary persisted.
McGuire looked hunted. ‘How would I know? It could have been anybody.’
Devlin said, ‘You lying bastard, you know something, I can tell you do.’ His right hand came out of the pocket of the reefer holding an old Luger pistol and he touched McGuire between the eyes. ‘Quick now, tell us or I’ll …’
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