After lunch we were driving along the Mespil Road on our way to the job when I spotted, Natalie, our receptionist, standing outside the Baggot Inn drinking a pint. She was in the company of a girl with long dark hair and they looked like they were out on a session.

“Look yon, Peter,” I said and pointed at them.

“Yon? Fucking yon? Are we on a ship being rowed by slaves?”

“It’s a word,” I said.

“Here’s another word, Tony, dickhead. Fucking yon! The world’s going mad, turn right here,” he ordered sharply.

“Is Natalie off work today?” I asked.

“I’ve no idea, I’ve had my head in those files since 9:00. Why?”

“It looks like she’s out on the piss.”

“With a fox by the looks of it,” he said craning his neck to see her. “Should we stop by and see what we can see? One never knows one’s luck.”

“We’re meeting Colin Cantwell. Remember?” I said.

“Yes. We’ll check them out on our way back then.”

• Book 6 of 13
• Print length: 50 pages
• Language: English
• Publication date 29th November 2025