“Fecking bollocks? How come?” Livia was inadvertently becoming infected with Mary-speak, but she was intrigued.
“Well foirst, he was fully clothed. If you’d seen him you’d know that’s hardly feckin’ kinky! Second, according to estimated time of death, he could‘ve only got there a short toim before. ‘Cos I know exactly when he left home. Course, I didn’t tell the conts that! Someone else must’ve been involved! So that’s when I knew I had to interrofeckingate the slimy gobshites who worked for him. Someone had to feckin’ know something.”
“And did they?” asked Livia.
“Too feckin’ right they did!”