“I’ve got rather hot news,” she said. “The hunt for a lead on you is moving to Belfast.” “Tell me,” he said. Which she did. When she was finished, she said, “Does any of this make any sense?” “Yes,” he said. “The McGuire fella was a big name with the Provos in those days.” “And he’s dead, is he, or is he still around?” “Devlin’s right about that. His death was reported, supposedly because of in-fighting in the Movement, but it was just a ruse to help him drop out of sight.” “If they found him, could it give you problems?” “Maybe, but not if I found him first.” “And how could you do that?” “I know his half-brother, a fella called Macey. He would know where he is.” “But that would mean a trip to Belfast yourself.” “That would be no big deal. An hour and a quarter by British Airways. I don’t know what time the last plane tonight gets in. I’d have to check.” “Just a minute, I’ve got a B.A. Worldwide Timetable here,” she said and opened her desk drawer.
