Soon, Honey was well enough to tell Gina who it was that attacked her.
"Charlie O'Donnall." Gina told Sheelagh and Des.
"Why?" Des asked.
"Because he gets kicks out of it?" Sheelagh suggested.
"We won't know until we find him and ask him." Gina said.
"Does this mean that we're not needed to do this anymore ma'am?" Reg asked. Back in uniform tomorrow. One of the other victims has positively ID'd him to raping her."
"Ma'am?" Des said cautiously.
"Mmmmm?" She turned to face him.
"It doesn't matter actually." He muttered.
"Okay. Pack your stuff up you two. Do you want a lift home?"
"No thank you." Des and Sheelagh said simultaneously.
"Okay, suit yourselves." Gina and Reg left, leaving Des and Sheelagh on their own. They went into their bedroom and silently started packing their stuff away. They didn't say anything until Sheealgh couldn't stand it anymore.
"What's the matter Des?"
"Nothing." Des said moodily. He turned away from her and looked out of the window. Sheelagh picked up the little teddy bear that her daughter had given her and chucked it at Des's back. He turned round and threw it back at her, smiling. Sheelagh caught it.
"Hey!" She said, "don't throw my teddy bear." She hugged the small bear to her face and Des went and put his arms round her waist. Sheelagh kept hold of the bear and lay the side of her head on his chest and looked at her bear. His hands caressed her side and asked.
"Do you want it to carry on?"
"Yeah." Sheelagh put the bear into her suitcase then turned to face Des. She put her amrs round his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.
Des pulled up outside Sheelagh's house and said.
"DO you want a hand with your suitcase?"
"No thanks." Sheelagh kissed him tenderly. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Okay."
Sheelagh got out, got her suitcase the went up her pathway to her front door. When she got there, she turned round and waved to Des, who waved back, then drove off. Sheelagh let herself into her house. She found Siobhan, Declan and Patrick waiting for her in the living room. Sheealgh flopped onto the sofa and looked around.
"Why do I feel like I'm on trial?" She said.
"How are you?" Patrick asked.
"Tired."
"Has it finished then?"
"Yeah."