Tom Mathews’s Reviews > A Man With One of Those Faces > Status Update

It was made of that old grey stone, the one that made the phrase ‘a man’s home is his castle’ seem less of a metaphor and more a statement of fact.

She looked about twenty, and was attractive in that way that said, ‘this took an awful long time, I hope you appreciate it.’ Tall, blonde, skinny. Breasts that looked so impossibly pert, they reminded Paul of intensely interested meerkats.

“What’s your interest here, Bunny?”
“I told ye, Paulie Mulchrone is one of my boys.”
“Half a wing of Mountjoy Prison could say the same, Bunny. You trained hurlers, not altar boys.”
“Ha. Do ye have any idea how many former altar boys I’ve locked up over the years?”

“He’s a big fan of those Scandinavian crime dramas,” said Stewart.

“They are excellent,” added Wilson.

“Yeah,” said Brigit, “as long as you don’t mind people staring wistfully at fjords for an hour when they’re supposed to be solving a crime.”

He had the unnerving habit of standing slightly too close to people when he talked. He lived in other people’s personal space. Six foot two, he carried weight, but in a powerful way. You could never be sure what the fat to muscle ratio was, but you’d be a fool to find out. Not least because Bunny not only fought dirty but he took a gleeful delight in doing so.

She was not a bad looking woman, truth be told; a couple of years older than himself, short brown bobbed hair, decent figure – she wouldn’t be launching a thousand ships any time soon but she’d undoubtedly create a fair bit of interest in a chip shop queue.