Nidge's Bebo page is up and running. Trish had scoffed at him for joining a kids' website, but it's more under-the-radar than Facebook. He's registered as The Nidgeweasel, which is what John Boy calls him. It seemed appropriate at the time.
While Trish is feeding the baby, he goes into one of the private chat rooms and types Looking for someone to do deliveries in the Dublin area. He's had so many jobs from John Boy lately, he has to start sub-contracting.
He goes and makes himself a cup of tea and when he comes back he has a reply from someone called Dazzler89. I'm up for that.
Nidge looks at the kid's profile, which is mainly party photos and a few of him with his brother and sister. Nothing that screams undercover cop, but you can't be too careful. He sends back a reply saying Need to meet in person first.
Dazzler replies a few minutes later saying OK. My m8 Tommy interested 2. He's the muscle man.
Nidge smiles. He names a time and a place and waits for confirmation before deleting his previous messages.
"OK, Dazzler," he says under his breath. "Let's see what you're made of."