Page 92 of Dublin's Danger Dancer

“While I think we are way past complicated, so you should explain it to me.”

“I can’t, okay? Not here, but I will in time.”

“You going to kill my baby and then you going to tell me why afterwards?”

“What makes you so sure it’s your baby?”

“Because although you’re lying, deceiving, betraying…I don’t think you were putting it around.” He looks over to the frosted window.

“There is no one behind that window. I asked for privacy. I knew you’d bring up the baby.”

He leans forward, his fingers creeping like a spider towards my hand. “The way you shuddered and pulsated and clenched tells me that there was no one for a long time.”

“Maybe it’s like buses. They all came at once.”

He exhales deeply and sits back in his chair, rubbing his chin. “There’s nothing I can say today to change your mind.”

“It’s not my decision,” I say, circling the white stains left by teacups and mugs with my eyes.

“I need something from you, Liam, to end this. If you want to help human trafficking victims. Now is your chance.”

He lets out a laugh. “Of course, you didn’t come in here to speak to me or ask how I am. You need information.”

“I know her name. But I need something I can tie to her financially. A house. A boat. Anything.”

“What makes you think that I’m interested in giving it to you?”

“You were born into crime, you lost your mammy to it, but it doesn’t need to consume you for your entire life.”

“I see they train you in Freudian analysis as well.”

“Oh, you’d rather spend all your remaining years in the Joy? I guess it’s not an awful place. Free food. A nice warm cell and a friendly cellmate to keep you company. What more could you want?”

“They’ve got me on shipping the largest shipment of cocaine into Ireland and the deaths of four guards. I don’t think giving you anything will reduce my lifetime sentence.”

“They don’t have you at the scene. Your face is covered by a balaclava.”

“As was yours,” he said.

“You knew it was me on the lower deck?”

“No, but hindsight is a wonderful thing. I thought it was the outline of you. Then I thought I was going mad.”

After my impromptu swim in the river and when you arrived at my place and we…" he pauses, “ I just put it to the back of my mind. Like any pussy struck idiot would do.”

“You’ll be helping thousands, maybe hundreds of thousands of girls who have been taken from their families, sold the dream of European life and then forced into the having brutal and horrific humiliating sex with up to fifty men a day.”

Liam sits forward, pushing his hips into the chair. “I want to help you, he says, why don’t we make a deal? You have the baby and I’ll tell you everything I know about Interpol all and its involvement with human trafficking.”

“Fine, I won’t get an abortion.” I say, knowing that it was hopeless.

It is taken an hour and a half to log all the information that Liam divulged. But after half an hour. The team joined the room. I could tell by the slight vibration in the glass that the door to the room was opening and closing.

Liam gave us every single piece of information he could, and importantly, the name of the company where Fergus was holding his money. It was called Roberto Maxey.

Julia, the superintendent, detective and the rest of the team were thrilled with the information, and immediately set to work passing it to the relevant authorities in Italy, Austria, Germany, Switzerland, Bulgaria, there wasn’t a European country who didn’t have someone involved in the scheme.

Around 9:00 pm. The superintendent announced it was time to celebrate the local pub. “The first round is one me,” he says to a chorus of people getting up from their foam padded chairs.

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