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 Bobbys mother moves the family into a rented house in the country a neighbour tells him that a child was once murdered there. Bobby doesnt 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 doesnt 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?