If you want to disappear, start again, make a new life, a small Irish village is probably not the wisest place to go, since anonymity is not something we do well here.

The arrival of someone new is always a cause for twitching curtains and whispered conversations.

But here, like everywhere, people have their secrets, and as the local sergeant I'm expected to have my eyes peeled for anything unusual.

And I do.
Usually.
Until I don't, and the consequences are potentially fatal.

There are some days when being the Garda Sergeant of a small Irish town really tests me. Having to police my family and friends is a necessary evil, but when I'm faced with arresting half the children in the town, and discovering someone close to me among the offenders, well, those days I really wish I'd chosen a different career.

Irate parents are not my only problem unfortunately, as I'm then called to manage a baying mob of strangers, bearing placards and demanding change. I'm all for peaceful protest, but these people were threatening the vulnerable, and I'm just not having that.

So, after a very long week, I just want to go home and put my feet up, when a dramatic, decades-old secret is revealed. It shocks everyone in the family to the core, and it feels like everywhere I turn, where once there was trust and honesty, now there are nothing but lies.

I usually know what to do for the best, but faced with this, I'm unsure. Should I trust my instincts and bend the rules, or should I apply the law to the letter?