A cold wind blew in from Belfast, driving rain across the city.

... Chapter One A cold wind blew in from Belfast, driving rain across the city. John Quinn moved along a narrow street between tall warehouses, relics from the Victorian era, mostly boarded up now. He stood on a corner, a small man who was no more then five foot five, wearing a trench coat and an old rain hat. He was at the waterfront now. There were many ships out there at anchor, their lights bouncing on the waves like children on a bed. There was a loud rattle of gunfire in the near distance. He glanced in the general direction shaking his head slowly; he moved on and lit a large cigar. This area was home to gangs, tramps, drug lords and prostitutes. These were some of the examples of a long devastating twenty-five year war; his feet crunched over broken glass and rubbish. Rubbish sacks littered the roads, unwanted sofas and mattresses

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