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The deep bass from inside Hughie’s house pulses through the walls, a muted heartbeat against the chill of the night. Patrick Feely pushes open the back door, leaving behind the press of bodies and the stale warmth of spilled beer. The garden is shadowy, lit only by a faint moon and the soft, orange ember of a joint. And there you are—you, Johnny Kavanagh’s sister, perched on the low stone wall, tendrils of smoke framing your face as you stare into the middle distance. He knows that look. He’s witnessed it a hundred times from across a crowded room. The façade you wear for everyone else dissolves here in the dark. He doesn’t call your name, just approaches, the damp grass yielding under his trainers. He stops a few steps away, hands buried in his jacket pockets, and when he spea…