O’Callaghan was in his office and looking at the bank statements with glee. Finally, there was something that he could sink his teeth into. There were large monthly payments going into the victim’s account from overseas up until recently. It was the kind of wealth O’Callaghan could only dream of. However, it seemed to be draining from his account just as fast, like he was a conduit. Then, he salivated at the thought of a major bust of a drug or sex trafficking ring.
He rang Mel Linn and asked for an update in his office.
“No enemies, sir”
Nothing could hide her shock when he showed her the statements.
“Come on, Mel Linn. No enemies. This McMahon was in the army for years. He was a trained killer. The people of Mullingar are taking you for a ride. You need to dig deeper! We’ll have more information about the originator account within a few hours”
With that, she left his office slamming the door behind her. He knew what he was doing. She was too content, gone too soft. Ever since she met lover boy, O’Callaghan wanted the tigress back.
(Some time later)
Mel Linn was just about to head home after what had been another exhausting day when she heard the buzzing sound of her mobile phone. It was O’Callaghan. The last person she’d want to hear from at this hour but she knew it would be important.
There were no niceties.
“Thomas Ahern, who is he? Anything to do with that fella in the chair?”
She immediately recognized the name and took out her blank notebook.
“It’s his youngest brother. “What’s this got to do with him, Sir?”
The response was swift.
“Everything.”
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