Delbert Walsh offered his meaty hand, meaning to pat Sean on the shoulder, but Sean reacted by holding his hand up and shaking his head.
“Don’t touch me,” he said.
“Easy son,” Del responded.
“What’s wrong with you?” I asked him.
“Nothin’ at all. I’m just tired of playing games. Walsh is pretending ‘e doesn’t spend his days watching what goes on around ‘ere. ‘E treats us all like his personal ant farm,” he said looking at me, but swivelled to glare back at Delbert Walsh. I’d never seen him so animated.
“We know who you are Del and what you’re up to. The Black Knight, the great detective. You knew damn well where we were going this afternoon. I bet you had no intention of speaking to us unless you had to.”
“I think you’re over dramatising things just a bit Sean.” Mr Walsh said.
“Am I?” he said and held Mr Walsh’s eyes with a cold stare, then looked over at the clump of trees, as if none of it meant anything to him. “If I am, we’ll see what Wally Corlett makes of the fact that ‘is son disappeared five years before yours. ‘E’ll think it’s more than a coincidence that both boys went to the same school and were exactly the same age when they vanished in a puff of smoke. What do you think ‘e’ll say when ‘e finds out you are investigatin’ both disappearances, and ‘aven’t even bothered to consult ‘im? The man’s been diggin’ up ‘alf the district searchin’ for his son’s body and all you’ve been doin’ is standing in the shadows and
Sean face was flushed, his good eye almost popping out of the socket.
Renowned criminologist Delbert Walsh has spent five long years searching for his only son during the political upheaval of 1970’s Liverpool. Walsh believes boys have been disappearing from the area for over twenty years, but the lack of a single clue has driven the retired policeman to flirt with alcoholism. Carol Blake and her three male friends find their lives in danger when they become acquainted with Walsh, as the net closes in on the perpetrator.
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