Legworker

Donal, a dapper little man in his mid forties, appropriately dressed in a dark suit, came out to greet them as Mary pulled up. It was as if he had calculated with precision her journey time. Precision... good for a funeral director, and some might say against stereotype for an Irishman.

In an instant it was obvious who was in charge. Donal was most deferential towards Mary and ushered his guests into his office.

“Dis is Paul. He’s doing the legwork for the Monellis.” Paolo didn’t like being positioned like that, but said nothing.

Donal acknowledged him with a nod.