David Pearson > Quotes

“they’re bloody good ones too. I thought we’d finished with this nonsense last year when we raided that house out on the Limerick road and found the printing press. But these are much higher quality. It wouldn’t have been detected at all except for the banknote counting machine that spat it out.” “Where did they come from?” Lyons said. “Oh, the usual. These two came from different pubs in the city when the landlord was doing the lodgement after the weekend, and I’m sure we’re not finished with them yet. I’ve put out a notification to all the pubs and restaurants to be sure to use their pens on all twenties, but you know yourself, when they are busy they don’t bother. Will you take Eamon out to the bars that these came from and see if there’s any CCTV, or if the barmen remember anything about who might have passed them?” Hays said. “Yes sure, no problem. I never need much encouragement to go calling on pubs, as you know!” Lyons said. *”
― David Pearson, Murder on the West Coast

“Armstrong”
― David Pearson, The Galway Homicides #4-6

“monument. And then some dignitary or other makes a speech thanking all and sundry for a successful event”
― David Pearson, Murder at the Arts Festival

“hand in”
― David Pearson, The Galway Homicides #4-6

“goodnight. She was smart enough to realize that this wasn’t going to end well, so she left home at seventeen and made her own way, such as it was, in the seedy margins with Galway’s other homeless people. Her appearance was helpful to her endeavours as a beggar, and she usually managed to clock sixty or seventy euro in a day, while Lorcan kept watch for the ever-present Gardaí who would move them on, or worse still, if the Garda in question was having a bad day, book them for vagrancy. They were about to leave the bar when a man that they had just recently met, and who had fenced some of their stolen gear, approached and sat down in between them on one of the empty stools. “All right, Lorcan, Sheila?” “Yeah, we’re good. Just about to leave actually,” Lorcan replied. “Ah, bide a while won’t ye? Here, I’ll buy you a drink.” The man handed a twenty euro”
― David Pearson, Murder on the West Coast

“sumptuous meal. It had taken place in the Meyrick Hotel on Eyre”
― David Pearson, Murder by the Hidden Bay