Breaking Point (The Point Series: Book 2) by Gerard Brennan Read Free Book Online Page B

than the new kids on the block, they'll see you as an instructor. That okay with you?"
    A martial arts instructor? After one day of training? Had to be a record. Brian felt a goofy grin stretch his lips. He nodded.
    "Right, then... actually, you'll like this. I've a spare hoodie with the club's logo on it. You can have it. You needed a new one anyway, didn't you?"
    Aside from the threat of his mystery stalker and Rachel's attempts to draw him into an argument, Brian's day had turned out quite well.

Quiet, Please
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    O wen resisted the urge to snatch the computer off the desk and launch it through the window. It was so. Fucking. Slow.
    He double-clicked the mouse again. Nothing happened.
    "Come on, come on."
    The computer took a head stagger and decided to shut itself down. Owen called a librarian over. A middle-aged man with a stooped back and less-than-friendly scowl shuffled towards him. Maybe he didn't appreciate Owen clicking his fingers at him.
    Fuck ye.
    "Is there a problem, sir?"
    "Aye, this machine isn't working right. Can you do anything about it?"
    "Oh, God. You're asking the wrong man. Don't know a thing about computers, like. I'm a librarian not a... computer-fixing boy."
    "So what am I supposed to do? I need to get online as soon as, you know?"
    "All I can tell you is to try again when it turns itself back on."
    "What about the computer up at your counter thingy?" Owen pointed over to the desk where another librarian stamped books for an aul biddy. "Can I get the internet on that?"
    "It's for staff only."
    "I'll be five minutes."
    "I couldn't possibly..."
    "Here." Owen shoved a hand into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled twenty pound note. He pushed it into the librarian's fist. "Call it a hire fee."
    "I'm not supposed to accept this sort of thing."
    "Give it to your favourite charity, then. I don't care. I just need to do a bit of Googling, all right?"
    The librarian looked at the balled-up note in his hand, sighed and pocketed the money. "Just wait until my colleague goes on her tea break, okay? She can be a bit of a cunt."
    Owen snapped his head back as if the librarian had taken a swing at him. Then he saw the edges of the older man's mouth twitch and a glint of mischief in his eye. Owen tipped him a wink.
    "Much appreciated."
    The librarian must have suggested the tea break as soon as he returned to his desk. And she didn't need to be asked twice. Two minutes later, Owen was clicking his way through a computer that actually worked. He rattled Brian Morgan's name into a search engine.
    Millions of results popped up.
    Owen clicked aimlessly through the web pages and realised he was hunting for hay in a needle-stack. He tried to refine the search details a little and added in the town he'd been told Brian was living in, the town the wee bastard came from, his city of origin... still no joy. In a last-ditch effort he retried the search replacing the town names with those of the surrounding towns and villages. 'Brian Morgan, Castlewellan' kicked back something of interest. Some martial arts club's Facebook page featured his name. There was a video posted just minutes previously. Owen clicked on it.
    "There you are, you little bastard."
    The website included an address for the club and everything.
    Owen thanked the librarian and left the library. He spent a couple of seconds looking for his car before he remembered he'd abandoned it at the petrol station and walked to the library. Bollocks.
    He went back inside the library and asked his new friend to order him a taxi. He decided Brian deserved an extra kick in the balls for the hassle.

Enter the Stoners
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    B rian was pleasantly surprised by the numbers Tony's opening night had attracted. Ten men, aged between twenty and forty, stood in a raggedy huddle. There was a little conversation and a lot of eyeballing. None of the men looked particularly athletic or tough, which was probably why they decided to join the