Frankie Farrell, the town drunk, is dead. Electrocuted while taking a leak against a lamppost on his way home in the early hours. An unfortunate and comical accident, most of the townspeople think. Detective Rhys McWilliams isn't so sure. Frankie had been his eyes and ears in the local bars. Frankie had clammed up a few weeks ago, frightened, he said, of the "Mortal Pup”.
The late morning sun glares down on the town of Clonallen. The town sulks back in silence. It is the end of May and there isn’t a breath to be had . . .