Galway Girl

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The first Guard was killed on a Friday.

The new Garda superintendent Mary Wilson (who was more than a little sick of the Supremes jokes) declared to the assembled Guards,

“This is horrendous.”

Owen Daglish, a long-serving, not to mention long-suffering, sergeant, muttered,

“Not much escapes the bould Mary.”

Sheridan, a loan to the beleaguered Galway station, gave him a look, said,

“Watch your mouth, Sonny.”

Sonny!

Owen had a good ten years plus fifty pounds on the American.

American is used loosely as Sheridan gave the impression of being a Quantico guy but other elements, such as his fucked-up accent and Irish cynicism, pointed to a more likely Irish heritage but he was nevertheless, as he liked to cut it,

“A very influential swinging dick.”

The Galway guys put it in their own tribal accent.

Like this:

“A prick.”

Sheridan belonged to a new offshoot of Special Branch whose brief ranged wide and definitely included counterterrorism.

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