Love And Shamrocks: Ballybeg, book 5
“Superintendent O’Riordan wanted him to accompany Helen Havelin on a flaming shopping trip. A Traveller boy was left in a coma, and his superiors didn’t seem to give a damn. They’d decided a diva demanding a chauffeur-cum-pack mule should be given priority. Seán gripped the steering wheel so hard his hands hurt. Dublin transfer or no, this was bollocks.
From the passenger seat, Helen looked down her nose at him and arched a pencil-thin eyebrow. Over the past week, he’d grown to seriously hate that eyebrow.
“You needn’t look like I’m sending you to the seventh circle of hell, Sergeant Mackey.”
“Fourth,” Clio said from the backseat.
Helen jerked around. “What?”
“I think you mean the fourth circle of hell, Mother. The seventh represents violence. The fourth is greed.”
“Well, well,” the older woman drawled. “So you did learn something at that frightfully expensive boarding school.”
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