Nothing then? Burke planned
Jimmy couldn't help himself. Jimmy, the real Jimmy, the breathing Jimmy, the Jimmy so far, was dead, dead as history. Nothing else. Burke planned a bit more
Burke, best case, did not expect ex-Sergeant Jimmy Scanlon to survive very long after the ambush. A flea flattened fast between two thick, uncaring fingers: the U.S. Army and the IRA.
Burke
Easy pickings, Burke assumed. Sorry to think that. All he had.
A regretful prayer. To a disappointed man: Jimmy.
Driving one car. On this very wrong day.
Doing that.
Coming up dead. To be expected.
There would be a lead car and a tail; both plainclothes.
The IRA would expect that. The front car would be in sight. The behind car would hang a minute back. The usual convoy.