Cath Delaney (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dian_cecht) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} inpoormerit, |
He scoffed at her description of Americans. "No, I've seen corrupt assholes," he told her. "That would be Irish police. American police are much more polite. Especially if you're not doing anything wrong. The one who gave me a parking warning last week was rather cordial really. She explained I'd parked my car on the wrong side of the street. Again." He was admittedly still getting used to driving on the wrong side of the road on the wrong side of the car.
She'd also given him her card, with the suggestion she'd be happy to give him some American driving lessons. He purposely misplaced it, since he'd decided long ago he couldn't involve any woman in his life. Before he'd led a complicated double life. Now he was on the lam and if he were found out either way, anyone involved with him would be in danger.
"But that's going to have to be how it is," he pointed out. "With the conditions given, no one can be left behind, or they'll take the punishment for the rest of us." Which he'd not stand for. He'd done a lot of horrible things in his life, but he'd be damned if anyone else would be punished for his actions.
"Oh they'll take payment," Cathair agreed grimly. "And likely, it'll be more than we're willing to pay." Which wasn't really helping right now. "Where did you want to go first? The pub, the hardware shop or the Druggist for some suncreme?" He was already starting to get pink in the ears and nose, and that had been added to his list of stops. The last thing he needed to deal with was a painful sunburn.