The Tower View Reading Club are asking for a Sequel to In The Wicker Wood.

I don't know what I will call it but the Sequel starts like this! Am I linking the two books in a sensible way?

Fanahan was down, depressed some would call it, but since he did not believe depression existed: for him, he was just down.

Milo had died. Or to be precise Milo had drank himself to death. This time with booze left on the shelves. In other words he failed to drink his Dublin Pub dry.

Cremation was not a real funeral, a real internment! Putting a small box into a grave was a shame. Six by four that was what a man deserved, and six down as well. The undertaker had just bent down and placed the ashes a foot or so deep.

Give me a better send off, Fanahan thought. Scatter my ashes over twenty virgins! Jees where would you get twenty virgins today? Primary School? Grade School?

“Gerry, give me another pint and a large brandy chaser. Those photographs on the wall of the football match. Milo said I could have them after he was finished with them, For sure that time is now. Take them down and I'll bring them with me.”

“He didn't say you could have them, he used them to annoy you – that Cavan beat Galway, but I don't like them either. So take them out of my sight. This is a changed Pub from now on. I might even consider barring some of the customers!”

Grate Pictures, just great for starting a nice fire in a grate! Bloody Tyrell, the Cavan Hoor, had retired. He wrote his Memoir, of his Gaelic playing career, his time as a Garda, and his part in solving the big cases. It was a best seller – he had a lot of celebrity help to promote it. And now he was a security expert spoofin' on the radio and TV when big cases were being analysed, fell on his feet! Retired, wrote a memoir and now a security expert on the radio and TV spouting on criminal issues. SHITE.

Detective Inspector Seamus Fanahan! Stuck in a policing rut and not going anywhere fast. No woman, no kids, no prospects and now – God help us all no best pal. Milo a best pal? Well OK. No pal at all.

He thought when he solved the case of that prick, was he a pal as well? He killed all those girls and kidnapped a priest, that he would get a promotion and a plum job. He got the promotion and was sent back to office duties training dunces – showing them how to use and in some cases abuse the computer records system. If someone wanted a drink driving arrest to disappear before the court case – he could help. His drinking habit could not be sustained on an inspector's pittance – after deductions.