The Military Police arrived first. They screeched to a halt a couple of hundred feet away from the pub. A crowd had already gathered there. Lindsay and Michael sat on a fence a ways back from everyone else and watched.
“I don’t think there’s anything to worry about, if that had been a bomb it would have exploded by now.” Michael said.
“Are you sure you should be here? I mean with your Irish accent and all. You know they’re going to be suspicious. The Irish aren’t too popular in these parts at the moment.”
“If I leave now it will be even more suspicious.”
A voice came from the bushes. “Michael!”
Lindsay and Michael looked at each other.
“Over here, it’s me, John.”
Michael didn’t look over his shoulder. Instead he kept his eyes on the Military Police as he answered quietly.
“What are you doing here? Get away or they’ll think you did this.”
Lindsay froze! She wanted to look around, but daren’t. The MP’s were heading their way.
“I just want you to know this wasn’t me.”
“John I know, Patrick’s around, we saw him. Now go”
They didn’t hear John disappear, which is just as well. A local Police car pulled up in front of them and Barbara, along with another Policeman got out.
“I see you two have become friends.”
“Hi Barbara. Not exactly friends, we’re helping each other.” Lindsay replied. She looked at Michael, who looked uncomfortable and ready to run.
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
“Yes, Michael has nothing to do with any of this.”
Barbara fixed her gaze on Michael. “What do you have to say for yourself? Do you deserve Lindsay’s trust?”
Michael looked up. “I hope so. I’m trying to help her. I need to get my facts straight before I talk to you. I don’t want to waste your time. I mean no harm.”
The Policeman accompanying Barbara looked at Michael suspiciously when he heard him speak. He put his hand on his radio. Barbara saw the movement. “Stuart it’s okay, we don’t need backup, and I know this kid. He means no harm.” Then she looked a Lindsay. “Mel’s funeral is tomorrow right? I’ll be there, in the background watching. I don’t think it’s a good idea for your new friend to be there do you?”
“No I don’t.”
“Dear God, do you think I’d really go? I have more respect for these families than you would ever know.”
Barbara looked at him suspiciously. “I want to see both of you in the Richmond cop shop before the end of the week. The day after the funeral would be good. If I don’t see you Michael, I’ll come looking for you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I’ll be there.”
Barbara looked at them both. “Now get out of here before I change my mind.”
They both swung their legs over the fence and disappeared into the bushes.
Barbara looked at her colleague, “Not a word about this, I think letting them do their own thing for now will help us. Lindsay lost all of her friends in that bloody disco. She’s not going to hand out with a terrorist.”
“Okay, it’s your call.”
Down by the river, in a secluded place, Patrick sat alone. He had a Tescos bag between his legs. It was filled with everything he needed to make another bomb. Anyone watching him would believe he was talking to himself and give him a wide berth. In view of the plastic explosives he carried, that would be a good idea.
“Colleen my love, I’ll be with you soon, but not before I blow a couple more of these bastards to oblivion.”
A voice whispered through the trees. I can wait! I love you!