NORTHERN IRELAND. THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 15, 1983
A small handgun, six hollow-point, .25 calibre cartridges, a plastic bag, and an open jar of Vaseline lay on top of the chipped enamel toilet tank. Erin O’Byrne disassembled the revolver, slipped its components and the bullets inside the bag, and tied a short length of white string round the neck. She shuddered as she scooped Vaseline from the jar and lubricated the package.
Someone hammered on the door.
Erin almost dropped the bag.
“Get a move on.” She heard the tension in her
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