Over coffee in a seafood restaurant in the harbour, I talked with the most notorious accused man in Ireland and, I have to say, I liked him and thought he was most likely innocent.
It was shortly before Ian Bailey died of a heart attack in January 2024, and I had just moved to West Cork.
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