Even though it was a diversion, Livia had to ask. It was a question waiting to be asked.
“Or else what?”
“Very simple,” replied Mary, “I’ve got something on each and every one of the little shites; a dossier, and I’ve lodged it with my solicitor, who also happens to be one of me brothers. Anything happens to me or any of my family, not including feckin’ Ronan of course, he’ll send them to the police. Despite hating the pigs!”
“Also told em all that where they’d be sent, the other inmates would tear them a brand new arse hole!”