<> Chapter 15 Lingard Estate 1972 Linen Hall Library Thursday, March 10, 2016 TIFF Lingard145 Manuscript Son, Officer English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard145 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Lingard145_1.jpg LHL Archive 137 somehow." "It's not me that’s excited. And when I find out what I'm supposed to be in then we can talk about getting out of it." Kevin went down to the front room. Three soldiers stood there looking large in the small space. A box laidwas lying on the table: it was the box that had been under Brian Rafferty's bed. Kevin half closed his eyes. "You recognise it, I see?" said the officer. "You recognisesee nothing of the kind," said Mr McCoy. "I'd prefer to speak to your son, Mr McCoy." The officer looked at Kevin. "Do you know what's in this box?" Kevin swallowed. "No." The officer flipped it open so that they could see the gun and ammunition. "You didn't find that in this house," said Mr McCoy. "And you're not going to get away with pretending that you did." "I haven't said that." The officer was keeping his eyes on Kevin's face. "We found it in MaloneKelly's scrapyard." "And what's that to do with us?" demanded Mr McCoy. "Your son works there." "He hasn't been at work this past two weeks. He got beat up by a gang of thugs. Look at him!" "But you've got a key to the yard, haven't you?" the officer asked Kevin. "Yes." Text