Always You. Erin Kaye

street lighting did little to dispel the despair that hung in the air like a fog. The mesh fence that surrounded the building was all rusted and the area of green space behind it, meant to be a garden of sorts, was a tangle of weeds. He wondered where Sarah lived – it could only be a few miles away – Ballyfergus was not a big town – but it would be nothing like this place, of that he was certain.

      To his left, a group of hooded teenagers loitered on the street corner under a lamp post. The biggest, a muscular lad of about sixteen or seventeen, two diamond studs in his right ear and a familiar look about his large hooked nose and weak chin, stared hard at Cahal. He stared back, emotionless, until the boy broke eye contact, spat contemptuously on the pavement and looked away. Cahal would not be so easily intimidated. Once a Drumalis boy, always a Drumalis boy.