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"Oh, well that's good to know." "The car chase had nothing to do with me. That was all down to Ugly Steve and his minions." "Who is Ugly Steve?" "He's a particularly handsome psychopath, with access to vast amounts of personal wealth and almost no moral compass whatsoever." "I see." Elaine felt a little faint. "He murdered Frank," Neill added. "I tried to save him...to save Frank, I mean; not Ugly Steve. I stabbed him. It was too little, too late, I'm afraid. And now Ugly Steve wants payback." "Is that because you stabbed him? And why did he murder my father?" "It was a case we were working on," Neill said. He took a sip of his tea before continuing. "Ugly Steve took offence at your father for helping a prostitute skip town and start over. She was one of his girls. One of Ugly Steve's girls - your father wasn't a pimp. He just helped the wrong person, that's all. Then he paid for it with his life. Ugly Steve shot him; I stabbed Ugly Steve. I tried to get Frank to a hospital but he bled out whilst they were working on him. It was horrible. I'm sorry." Elaine tried to tell him that it was all right; that she didn't blame him for her father's death. Instead, she found herself running for the bathroom to throw up. Neill followed her in. He stood behind her and held her hair back whilst she vomited into the toilet bowl. "I do hope that this isn't down to the sandwiches, or to the tea." "No; no I don't think that it is," Elaine murmured. "Well, that's a relief. I have a very delicate stomach, you see - can't be too careful." "Neill?" "Yes?" "Will you tell me some more about my father now, please?" He helped her up, beaming as he did so. "It will be my pleasure." *** Personal...he was here to make things personal. For some reason this was proving to be difficult to focus on. “Sorry to hear that. Hey – do you want to get a cup of coffee or something?” She giggled. “I can’t believe this! No one’s ever asked me that before! Sure, that would be nice. Not coffee though – it makes me dizzy. I’ll have tea.” *** "I really hate days like this," Dak remarked, as they were dragged from the car and pinned face first against a nearby dumpster. "Me too," Alan replied. "I just had this suit cleaned!" "Both of you shut up!" One of Ugly Steve's thugs punched Alan hard in the small of the back. Alan sighed. "Now that was just plain rude!" "You really should apologise," Dak warned. The thug grunted. "And why’s that?" Unseen by Ugly Steve's minions, Alan's fangs extended and his fingernails lengthened into sharp claws. Another of the heavies

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Anu issue 34 / A New Ulster  

The July issue of the Northern Irish literary magazine A New Ulster featuring the works of Michael Whelan, Scott Thomas Outlar, Richard Halp...

Anu issue 34 / A New Ulster  

The July issue of the Northern Irish literary magazine A New Ulster featuring the works of Michael Whelan, Scott Thomas Outlar, Richard Halp...

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