The fallout from Evangeline Walter's murder touched everyone who knew her, as if her venom had insidiously leeched into their lives and poisoned their happiness. Even her cousin, Murray McGraw, who had a genuine affection for her, was not immune; and neither was Smiler O'Dowd, who loved her.
But, of all those who had contact with her none suffered more than the wife and son of VJ Sweeney, who drowned at sea before he could be charged with her killing. Was it all too neat?
Ten years on, the sense of unfinished business continues to linger, and Gil Sweeney has become obsessed with finding out what really happened when he was a little boy of eight . . .
