First Death In Dublin City (Thomas Bishop Book 1) Read Free

given to him long before Tommy’s time and for reasons long lost to his peers) was made of a thick metal, and only could be opened by Mousey himself. In an office where all the officers carry guns, the boss working in a bulletproof room seemed to be a necessity.
    ‘Cmon in Tommy.’ Mousey said when he’d pulled open the door.
    ‘You’re being given a new partner and new stock, I had to move stuff around while you were gone.’ Mousey said.
    ‘Sure, who’s the partner?’ Tommy said.
    ‘Anne O’Mahony – new girl, moved from Cork City.’ Mousey said.
    Tommy shrugged.
    ‘I’d have her meet you, but she’s currently out on a raid. But today you won’t be going out in the field, she has plenty of paperwork to catch up on and I want you to steer her through it.’ Mousey said.
    Tommy again shrugged.
    ‘She’ll be back soon enough, do you wanna wait for her or head down now and register for your stock?’ Mousey said.
    ‘I’ll handle my stock.’ Tommy said.
    ‘Well go on then; oh and Tommy, John Ryan has been calling, he wants to talk to you and you only, concerning some information he claims to have.’ Mousey said.
    ‘The same John Ryan who shot his wife last December?’ Tommy asked.
    ‘The very same, his trial is on in a month or two.’ Mousey said.
    Tommy nodded and left. The walk down from NBCI to the stock rooms took Tommy past a quiet canteen, a full bullpen and the raucous holding cells – the sound of a prison was like nothing Tommy had ever heard before, and like nothing he’d ever hear again.
    He made it to the stock room, which was right in the basement of the building, behind which a tubby officer was staring at Tommy walk up to him. He took Tommy’s ID and nodded at the NBCI designation. This was perhaps the only entertaining part of the officer’s job, because the NBCI was one of the only armed units in the entirety of the force. Ireland may pride itself on its unarmed police force, but as Tommy looked down on the stock lists, he couldn’t help but think that when it did arm its force, they really went in for overkill.
    He signed, and the tubby officer brought over a giant box, which he passed to Tommy under a metal grille. It landed at Tommy’s feet, and he kneeled downed and flicked it open. First he glanced over the Steyr SSG and the Heckler & Koch HK33; a NATO grade sniper and assault rifle which Tommy had yet to take from its packaging except for training exercises – in fact the only reasonable instance in which Tommy could envision himself using it was when the aliens landed.
    The rest of the weapons however, Tommy did assign himself from the stock, because though he had yet to use them (in fact he was distinctly uncomfortable with guns), Mousey seemed unhappy with unarmed Detectives running around the city. So, he in fact checked his Benellie M3, a shotgun powerful enough to go straight through most walls, and his MP7, the machine gun used by the Navy SEALS. Each however, he placed back into the box. The only two he took out were both pistols: a SIG Sauer and a Walther P99. The P99 being a personal preference. As well as that, he took out two clips for each, and began to check the functioning of each.
    On the radio behind the officer’s grille RTE 1 was droning on with the same debate Tommy had been listening to since he himself had been a law student.
    ‘Today we’re asking, are Ireland’s sentencing laws too harsh?’
    Usually this debate arose when some notorious criminal was being released, and today was no different, with one of the Blackrock six being slated for release this coming Friday. To be fair, he has already gotten fifteen years. Which considering some of the scum Tommy met on some version of suspended sentence and left free to roam the streets was in fact fairly heavy.
    ‘Do you remember when that happened?’ The man behind the grille said.
    Tommy nodded his agreement, because he remembered it well. The nation had seethed when outside the Palace Nightclub