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wasn’t too likely that some poor unfortunate would hook an arm when he was fishing for pike.
    A lot of clothes and household towels had got covered in blood during the murder and subsequent dismemberment. They had changed colour from the mixture of blood and guts and it wasn’t as if you could just put them in the washing machine and use them again. They would have to be destroyed. The duvet on the bottom bunk was splattered with blood from Farah being repeatedly stabbed – that would have to go too. There were also Linda’s and Charlotte’s clothes to think about. They were drenched in blood and would have to be thrown out as well. Farah also had clothes in the wardrobe. If the guards were to believe that he had run off with some woman, then they’d have to get rid of all his clothes as well. Otherwise it would just make the guards suspicious and lead to them asking questions. There was a major problem though. It was only Tuesday night now and the bin men didn’t come until Friday. It would be far too risky to leave bloody clothes in the flat or in the back yard for three days. If the guards did somehow find out what had happened, the first thing they would find would be the bags left for dumping and they’d all be caught. None of the three Mulhall women knew how to drive or had a car. They’d have to contact somebody they could rely on, someone who definitely wouldn’t go to the police telling tales of murder. Who can you trust to keep such a secret though? Linda and Charlotte didn’t have many friends. Kathleen had left her old life behind when she upped and moved with Farah Noor. The three of them knew that there was only one answer.
    There was only one person that would even contemplate covering up Farah’s murder. But it wouldn’t be fair to drag him into this. It was bad enough that they had got themselves in such a mess without inflicting it on him. But what other choice did they have? It was now 11.41 p.m. Kathleen took Linda’s mobile and dialled a number that she hadn’t rung in a long time.
    ‘Hiya, love,’ said the voice on the other end of the phone.
    ‘It’s not Linda, it’s me,’ said Kathleen.
    ‘What do you want?’ came the reply. He would recognize that deep voice anywhere and he didn’t want to hear it again for as long as he lived.
    ‘I’m with Linda and Charlotte in me flat. There’s a problem here. You need to come over.’
    John Mulhall hung up the phone and cursed his ex-wife. She had been out of his life for three and a half years but she was still causing him trouble.
    Little did he know that that one phone call would change his family’s life forever and that he would be dead nine months later because of it.

 

    furious when Kathleen phoned to tell him about the little problem his two eldest girls were having in Richmond Cottages. He hung up the first time but phoned back a few minutes later because he loved his daughters and would always do anything he could to help them.
    Kathleen wouldn’t tell him what was wrong at the flat or if Linda and Charlotte were OK, so he eventually agreed to drive over to Ballybough from Tallaght.
    While they were waiting the first thing that Linda and Charlotte did was wash themselves. Spending over four hours dismembering a corpse is a messy business and the sisters were covered from head to toe in blood. All their clothes were filthy and caked through with layer after layer of dried, gooey blood. Their hands were also red and thick fragments had got caught under their false nails, while their hair looked like it had been treated with red shampoo. The only part of them that wasn’t that bloody was their faces. They were dotted with the odd speck of red but were not as bad as you would imagine. The natural thing for anybody to do when their face gets splashed with dirt is to use their clothes to clean it. This is exactly what the Mulhalls did. When blood spurted up at them while they were hacking the body, they had used the sleeves of