“Go on.” urged Livia.
“Well one of the little gobshites, Aidan, the one who puked when he saw my pictures, y’know... well he was keeping something from me. I knew it. I could see it on the little hamsterbollocks’s face. So I persuaded him to cough up...”
“How?” asked Livia, genuinely interested.
“I just grabbed him hard by his little bollocks and said ‘Cough! Tell me what else you feckin’ know... right now!’ Funny how that always seems to work.”
“Aren’t you worried about reprisals?” Livia queried.
“I tell em Ronan’s dead and I’m in charge now... or feckin’ else!”