I’m a Clare man, born out on the wild west coast of Ireland, where the colour of the sea bled into my eyes and the wind shaped my hair. Grew up in a small town you've never heard of, Ballyvaughan, so I did. 

I left that place as a young lad, barely out of school. Left I say ... chased is the story. 

Off to Dublin I went. Big city. Lose yourself so you can. 

Left something behind … in that town I did. So joining the Gardai would help, I thought. I’m a tall lad, a full forward for the county youth hurling team, I can handle myself. Best place for me, wasn't it? 

Fifteen years I served. For the craic, you would say. For the company of the broken I would confess. 

Well, you can’t do that as a Guard, can ye. Asked to leave, I was. Retired, it says on the record. 

So there I was, discarded again. Feck’ em, I thought, I couldn’t sit in Darkey Kelly’s doing feck all, so I started looking for the lost myself. I would chase down the pub cat if it disappeared. 

So if you’ve lost someone, I can find them. If I can’t, they go in my leather book, so they do. I don’t forget. They are not lost. They are waiting to be found.