Maid of the Mist, page 25
'Could I be tempted to say the same about you, Frank?'
Corrigan smiled. He guided Aimie across the road. He had tried to dress up her mother's death as best he could, all that stuff about going on vacation to meet God and having such a swell time that it would be mean to make her come home, but she'd just muttered something about not what I heard on the radio and then asked if she could go and see the grave. So they went, and they cried.
As they reached the foot of Clifton Hill, Aimie ran ahead of them into one of the souvenir stores and began picking through the racks of Lelewala t-shirts. Annie went in after her. Corrigan remained outside, finishing his cigarette. Across the road a police car came to a sudden halt and two cops he didn't recognize jumped out and pounced on a young guy. In a moment they had him face down in the snow. They had him cuffed and were reading him his rights before Corrigan could negotiate the traffic. When he did make it across he said: 'What's up, son?'
The cop looked up, ready to bark, then recognized the face.
'You're
Corrigan nodded. 'What'd the kid do?'
'Aw, the usual, sir. Drugs, man, just gets worse all the time.'
Corrigan nodded and turned back to the souvenir shop.
Colin Bateman, Maid of the Mist
