I could hear Dennis talking to my ma. ' She was little, ' he said. ' Little like me. But old. Older than you. Those words gave me a cold shock. I could see Dennis imagining fairies, but old ones?
When Bobby's mother moves the family into a rented house in the country, a neighbour tells him that a child was once murdered there. Bobby doesn't care. All he wants is to get back to Dublin & to resume his wild life there, stealing from the crowded shopping streets & racing stolen cars at night. But getting his old life back doesn't turn out to be so easy, & the longer he spends in the old cottage, the more convinced he becomes that something very strange is going on there. Was there really a murder? & if so, was it the one he has been told about?