Andy McNab - Brute force

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I pointed at the pile of bedding. 'You think I'd take you guys to a place with bare mattresses?'

Tallulah shifted in her seat. 'Just in case.' She shrugged. 'I'm a worrier.'

I gave her a smile and touched her lightly on the shoulder. She was doing her best, but I could see the tension in her face, and feel it in her shoulder muscles. She was finding her feet again, expanding her comfort zone inch by inch. It was painful to watch. She had a house to look after all on her own now, and, more importantly, her dead partner's child. I knew how she felt. I'd found myself in a similar position a few years ago, and fucked up big-time.

'Ruby!'

I looked across the deck. A few cars away, the girl with the camcorder was making her way towards us. Squeezed into the front passenger seat of the BMW behind her was a big, muscular guy with dark skin and a black leather jacket who glowered at me like a jealous boyfriend.

The girl beamed at Tallulah. 'I'm so sorry I bothered you. I spend so much time with a camera in my hand, I seem to end up filming everyone and everything.' She held out her hand. 'Mairead O'Connell.'

'Tallulah. Are you with a TV station?'

Mairead laughed. 'Nothing so glamorous. I'm Richard Isham's press secretary. Half my job is recording who he meets and what they talk about.'

12

We rolled off the ramp and into a bright sharp day. Exhaust fumes misted the air.

'Who's Richard Isham?' Tallulah said. 'Should I know?'

'Not really. Another one of these Irish politicos who's desperate to show that he's a fully paid-up member of the Good Lads' Club.'

Ruby tapped me on the back. 'What's that say? I can't read those words.'

She was pointing at the big sign saying Welcome to Dun Laoghaire.

'It's how the Irish write Dun Leary. Rhymes with dreary, dearie.' I was rather pleased with that one.

Tallulah smiled. 'That your theory, O'Leary?'

'What's this game?' Ruby demanded.

'It's just finished. I can't think of any more rhymes. But do you like games?'

'Yeessss!'

'Good. You'll like Christmas Day then.'

'Why?'

'That would be telling.'

The 200-mile drive to Donegal should take four or five hours, which meant closer to six, once we'd factored in regular stops for Ruby to empty the walnut and Tallulah to stock up on copies of Irish Homes and Gardens. At least we'd hit the village before the shops closed, and that was the main thing. Otherwise we'd have to do our shopping on the way, and there was barely room in the back for a pint of milk, let alone food and drink for the week.

Tallulah had stayed in the back with Ruby, which meant I still had a pile of duvets for company. I'd hoped she'd sit up front with me for this leg. When people sit in the back, it's not long before they get fed up leaning forward and trying to involve the driver; he ends up fading into the background. But fuck it, this wasn't my party. These two were grieving and needed each other.

We followed signs to Dublin. I could have used the Merc's Gucci sat nav, but I thought it might register back at Avis HQ. I didn't want alarm bells ringing in Berkeley Square and them sending in the stormtroopers to get their car back. Anyway, I couldn't be arsed to read the manual, and I knew my way round Dublin well enough. I just had to aim for the M1 and eventually peel off northwest.

'Nick, can we have the radio on?'

I winked at Ruby in the rear-view. 'Good idea. What kind? Talking? Music? We don't need the radio for that. I can sing.'

Her face fell. I'd overstepped the mark again somehow. Maybe her dad had used to sing to her in the car. I was walking on eggshells, and I was shit at it.

I hit the buttons and the Merc filled with perfect sound from about twenty separate speakers. God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay

I checked the rear-view. Ruby's mouth was moving with the words. Remember Christ, our Saviour, Was born on Christmas day

I checked Tallulah. She gave me a fleeting smile. To save us all from Satan's power When we were gone astray

I grinned. 'Quite a big ask for one bloke…'

Tallulah shot me a tense, not-in-front-of-the-children look. 'Maybe he just needed more friends to help him.' O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy, O tidings of comfort and joy.

I didn't know her well enough to respond. Best to look at the road and shut up. By the time we'd hit the city outskirts half an hour later, Ruby was asleep.

13

We turned off the N14 at Letterkenny and onto the N56 for the next fifty miles to Dungloe. The cottage was just a couple of miles beyond that.

As Tallulah nodded off too, my thoughts drifted to Little Miss Camcorder on the ferry. If she was working for Richard Isham, I was glad Tallulah had stopped her getting any more footage.

Richard Isham had joined the IRA at the age of twenty, a couple of years after the Troubles broke out. By the time of Bloody Sunday he was already high up in the Derry command.

When he was convicted of terrorist crimes by the Republic of Ireland's Special Criminal Court in 1974, he declared he was a member of PIRA and proud of it. They sentenced him to nine months' imprisonment.

After his release, he became increasingly prominent in the political arena. Our paths had crossed when he was in contact with the Firm during the hunger strikes in the early eighties, and later in the early nineties, by which time he was a fully fledged member of the IRA Army Council.

We never had the proof, but were pretty sure that Isham was responsible for a string of murders of members of the security forces, Protestant paramilitaries and alleged PIRA traitors.

Worst of all, in my book, he was a high-ranking member of PIRA's Northern Command in 1987, and had advance knowledge of the Enniskillen bomb. He and his mates could have stopped the carnage if they'd wanted to.

There was a lot of blood on Isham's hands, and if the lovely Mairead really was his press secretary, she was doing a good job at keeping it under wraps. After the Good Friday Agreement, any media investigation into his background had been actively discouraged, if not suppressed, and his membership of the Good Lads' Club was being protected on all fronts.

Which made me wonder briefly where the heavy in the front of the BMW fitted in. I had a feeling PR wasn't his game.

14

Ruby had fallen asleep again after our last 'comfort stop', as Tallulah called them, and Tallulah had finally come up front to get a better view.

'Knocks spots off Herne Hill.' She turned and looked at me, doing her best to relax.

I wanted to tell her that she didn't have to try so hard, that I knew coming with a relative stranger on this trip was a big deal, but I didn't know how.

'This is so good of you, Nick.'

'What? Agreeing not to sing?'

'You know very well. I want you to know… well, I couldn't have faced… Ruby's really excited.'

'So am I. I can't wait to play with the present I got you. I'm glad she's asleep.'

'Why?' She looked concerned.

I nodded towards another road sign. An Clochan Liath. 'She might have asked what that meant.'

Tallulah smiled. She hadn't just bought Top Of The Morning or whatever Irish Hello! was called – she'd also got herself a guidebook. 'I don't know how to pronounce it, but it's how they write Dungloe – it refers to the grey-coloured stepping stones which the townspeople once used to cross the river.' She read on: ' "The hills and cliffs of North West Donegal are still relatively unfrequented and little restraint is put on walkers. There are walks to suit all ages and interests. In the immediate vicinity you will find stunning unspoiled beaches, forest walks, quiet country roads and a wealth of historical sites to explore." '

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