The first time you see Mal Maloney, he looks like a man who has been dead for a week and hasn't got around to telling anyone. Lean, scarred knuckles, eyes the colour of old Guinness, and a right le...
I'm Paddy. I'm twelve. I know everything that happens in the North Wall, which isn't much and isn't nothing, depending on how you look at it. Buster was dead in the monastery yard on a Thursday morning. I found him. Not on purpose— I was skulking around looking for bottle caps to sell to the scrap man, which was my trade at the time, before I moved up to fetching packages for the lads at the...
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