We got news that he died of a hemorrhage.

This mission is a real shitburger, Ryan told himself.

“Come here to me,” said yer man, leaning conspiratorially closer, the smell of turf smoke and poteen potent in the air. “Have ye been up to see the Magic Road?”

A wide selection of appetizers invites grazing: salmon tartar with Rice Krispies and wasabi, perhaps, or minihamburgers.