“They would need to be able to contact him. The Finnegan address in his file would have to be genuine, or at least someone who would relay the infor...ation.”“Oui,” Allaine replied, lighting a cigarette. “Gareth Finnegan has an address in Kerry County, a poultry farm about 10km along the coast from Tralee. Sending the information to you now. His file says that he’s married and has twin teenage children; a boy and a girl. The love of a woman, children, and a place to call his own. This sounds like. They were asked all sorts of uncomfortable questions and pretty soon the paramedics started wanting to poke and prod them in ways that Sara was just not ready to deal with. She put up a fight, but pretty soon they had her strapped down (“for her own good”) as she screamed at them.Thank her lucky stars it didn’t last long. Without warning everything stopped and the paramedics all exited the ambulance, just leaving her tied down, staring at the bright lights in the ceiling. With all the commotion. His face looked sternly weather-beaten, and although many people wouldn’t call him attractive, to me he was unbelievably handsome. As his beer was placed before him a huge rough paw picked up the bottle and placed it to his lips.No sooner had been placed the bottle down before him, before he commenced lip-syncing to the song that was playing.Unable to restrain myself, I asked, “Is this one of your favourite songs?”As he turned to look at me my heart sank, because he had what almost appeared to. Drops of sweet covering his brow, his heart racing and cursing under his breath. He had opted for his left hand in case shit happened he would still have his good old friend his right hand. He took hold of the plate, it was cool and there was some resistance as it was suspended in some sort of magnetic field, Jack assumed. Nothing bad happened as he took the metal plate out and stood back. The group of men let out their breaths collectively.The women did the same in the security room. Jack.