I could hear Dennis talking to my ma. 'She was little,' he said. 'Little like me
. But old. Older than you.' Those words gave me a cold shock. I could see Dennis
imagining fairies, but old ones? When Bobby's mother moves the family into a re
nted house in the country, a neighbour tells him that a child was once murdered
there. Bobby doesn't care. All he wants is to get back to Dublin and to resume h
is wild life there, stealing from the crowded shopping streets and racing stolen
cars at night. But getting his old life back doesn't turn out to be so easy, an
d the longer he spends in the old cottage, the more convinced he becomes that so
mething very strange is going on there. Was there really a murder? And if so, wa
s it the one he has been told about?
