SEAN’S SWIFT EXIT

WITH a little kiss on his son’s cheek he was a free man. Just before 2pm, Sean FitzPatrick strode out of Bray Garda station, showing little obvious signs of having been through the ringer.

Silver haired, tanned and typically dapper, there was no mistaking it was him.

He sported a grey trousers, a light blue and white stripped shirt, a dark blue jacket, topped off with a lilac tie.