Inteachán waited for nightfall and then made her way down to the beach.
Though the Rock Star’s house could be accessed via a very large set of gates Inteachán thought it safer to take a less obvious but far more circuitous route.
Sometimes at night the sea sighs in its satisfied slumber. Inteachán loved to hear it when it did. She stood for a moment to listen.
‘Right,’ said Inteachán, ‘let’s get on with getting on with it.’
