Holley turned to Dillon. Okay?

It ll have to be, won t it?

You mean I m in the clear? Murphy asked.

So it would appear, Dillon told him. Just try to cultivate a different class of friend in the future. That bastard Ivan was doing you no good at all.

That s bloody marvelous. Murphy hammered a fist on the desk and came round it. You kept your word, Mr. Dillon, and I m not used to that, so I ll tell you something else.

Dillon smiled beautifully and turned to Holley. See, Daniel, Patrick wants to unburden himself. Isn t that nice?

But even he couldn t have expected what came next.

I was holding out on you on one thing. I actually did find out who Flynn really was. He wasn t particularly nice to me, so I ll tell you.

Dillon wasn t smiling now. And how did you find that out?

He called round to see me one evening and discovered his mobile hadn t charged up properly. He was upset about it, because he had a fixed time to call somebody in Northern Ireland. He was agitated, so it was obviously important. He asked if he could use my landline.

Dillon shook his head. And you listened in on an extension.

Murphy nodded. He said it was Jack Kelly from New York, confirming that Operation Amity is a go. Arriving on the night of the eighth, landfall north beach at Dundrum Bay, close to St. John s Point.

That s County Down, Dillon said. Anything else?

I put the phone down. I didn t want to get caught. I had the number checked on my phone bill and found it was to a call box in Belfast on the Falls Road.

Holley said, Whoever they are, they re being very careful. That would have been untraceable. He paused. Could Jack Kelly be who I think it is? It s a common enough name in Ireland, God knows.

You mean the Jack Kelly we ran up against, working for our old friend Jean Talbot?