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her. Her hazel eyes gleamed with hostility as she contemplated her husband.
    Finbar made the mistake of addressing her.
    â€˜Ah, come on, love. I’m willing to throw in a few more quid. Can’t we sort this out like reasonable human beings?’
    She shrieked with laughter: a wild, uncontrolled noise, as out of place in the court building’s calm as the sound of someone kicking a tin can down a church aisle. A security guard at the other end of the corridor cast a sharp glance in their direction.
    â€˜The offer we’re willing to make is fair,’ said Harry. ‘I have Mr Rogan’s authority to increase it by another ten per cent. Talk it over with your solicitor.’
    Kim Lawrence opened her mouth, but before any words could come out, Sinead laughed again, the same discordant shriek.
    â€˜You will have to excuse me, Mr - Devlin, is it?’ she said at last. ‘Money may be what makes you tick, but not me. It’s pound of flesh time, so far as I am concerned.’
    â€˜For Heaven’s sake,’ said Finbar. ‘I don’t pretend I’m an angel, but...’
    â€˜Shut up,’ she said, spitting out the words. ‘You’ve had plenty to say in the past. Now it’s your turn to listen.’ She paused for effect, then hissed: ‘You see, you bastard, I know what happened to that wretched girl Eileen.’
    Finbar’s cheeks reddened. Harry had thought him incapable of blushing, but with a few words, Finbar’s customary self-confidence had dissolved into uncharacteristic embarrassment. He shifted from one foot to another and cleared his throat.
    â€˜Sinead, for Heaven’s sake! You don’t know anything about Eileen.’
    She wagged her finger at him, well aware she had struck a nerve.
    â€˜You couldn’t be more wrong. I’ve heard the whole story.’
    Finbar half-closed his eyes. ‘Listen, I’m the only one who knows it.’
    â€˜You think you know it all, where women are concerned; but the truth is, you’re the most despicably ignorant man I ever met.’ She spat on the floor and turned away. Kim Lawrence gave the security guard a worried look, but he now had his hands full with a wailing infant, probably the subject of an access dispute.
    Finbar shrugged and spoke with a soft sadness. ‘Ah, but there’s no reasoning with you. Come on, Harry, let the law take its course.’
    So they went in before Judge Cody and in cross-examination, Kim Lawrence made her contempt for Finbar clear. Every time he prevaricated about his means, she slapped him down. ‘Answer the question, please, Mr Rogan!’
    â€˜But it’s like this, you see...’
    â€˜Yes or no, please, Mr Rogan.’
    On another day her tactics would have worked to perfection, but today they succeeded only in infuriating Buffalo Bill, who was banking on an early dart home. Finally, he threw his pen onto the desk.
    â€˜Miss Lawrence!’
    He paused deliberately, allowing the advocate a moment to fume in silence. He knew she called herself Ms, not Miss, but he had never held with that sort of nonsense.
    â€˜Miss Lawrence,’ he repeated with careful emphasis. ‘You have already been told that Mr Rogan’s premises were burnt down last night: a traumatic experience by any standards. You are now indulging, if I may say so, in character assassination for the sake of it. And I will not have that in my court, do you hear? I will not have it!’
    In the face of which even the most resilient advocate had to admit defeat. No one was surprised when Cody awarded Sinead a pittance that fell well short of what Finbar had said he was willing to pay. Harry bustled his client out of the courtroom before their luck could change.
    The temperature outside had dropped and they walked along Brunswick Street through thickening mist. Finbar seemed miles away. His shoulders were hunched, his dark eyes were glazed; he didn’t even