A strong wind buffeted the Maroon 1994 Rover as it wound its way towards the small seaside town of Donregal where Hugh Adlington and his wife Miriam of 8 years and six year old twin boys Roy and Jake were on their first holiday. Their marriage wasn't exactly tied up with strings of love. More convenience than anything else. Hugh had been what was basically a small-time con-artist. Anything he could scrape and scrimp to save and to earn cash he would do. Whether it was selling pirated dvds at the local market, selling tobacco to teenagers on street corners. If you would buy it, he would sell it, without a second, or even first thought about the quality of the goods.