Murder in an Irish Cottage. Carlene O'Connor
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Название: Murder in an Irish Cottage
Автор: Carlene O'Connor
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Ужасы и Мистика
Серия: An Irish Village Mystery
isbn: 9781496719119
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“A date?” Macdara sounded horrified.
Why else would she be wearing a red dress on a Friday evening? “She’s a single woman, isn’t she?”
“She was my auntie.”
He was definitely too close to the victim to investigate this case. “We should check if she’s been on any internet dating sites.”
“You’re joking me.”
“You’re personally involved. It’s already affecting you.”
“Look around. Does it look like they have internet? There isn’t even telly.”
“But there is a laptop.” Siobhán pointed to a vanity dresser she’d just now noticed, squeezed next to the wardrobe. On it sat a silver laptop.
Macdara stared at it. “It’s probably Jane’s.” He started for it.
“You can’t.” She blocked him with her arm. They knew the correct thing to do was get out of the cottage immediately. But it was torture not to start touching things. “The guards will want to take a look at it.”
“For dating sites?” The outrage was still in his voice.
“Yes, and e-mails, and sites she visited, or chat rooms, or anything else they can learn.” She scanned the room once more. “There should be a handbag and mobile phone somewhere around here.” The guards would have to search for them. It was maddening to have their hands tied.
“Chat rooms?” Macdara looked as if he’d choked on his tongue. “I’ve never heard of her doing any of those things in me life.”
“You said you hadn’t seen your auntie in years.”
His mouth set in a hard line. “I thought we’d have time,” he said softly. “Had I known . . .”
“Of course.” They quickly exited and stood just outside the front door, examining the glass. Shattered bits were on either side of the window. Investigators would have to determine if it was smashed from the outside or within. Jane sat on the rock in front of them, her head bowed. Siobhán lowered her voice to a whisper as Macdara stared at his mobile.
“What of your aunt’s husband? Did he pass?”
“Yes, ages ago.” He glanced at Jane, pain stamped on his face. “It’s not going to be our case.”
“I know.”
The local guards would probably work in conjunction with Cork City, even Dublin. They would assign a detective sergeant and send their forensic team. A village this small wouldn’t be left to handle a murder probe on their own. Siobhán and Macdara would be expected to step back. She turned to Macdara and kept her voice low. “Is that going stop us?” she asked.
“If you believe that,” Macdara answered, “you might as well believe in fairies.”
Chapter 5
Jane Delaney hadn’t touched the brown bread. Some people welcomed food in times of stress, others shunned it. Starving one’s grief only led to more trouble, but Jane was in the early stages of shock and it wasn’t Siobhán’s place to lecture or mother her. It was bad enough they had yet to make it known that the clues pointed to murder. Siobhán wanted to say it straightaway but she was taking her cues off Macdara, who was currently staring at the road in the distance as if trying to summon the guards with his mind. “Are they walking from Cork City?” He jabbed at his mobile phone. “I can’t get a signal.”
Jane pointed to the road. “Try standing farther out, luv. The village cretins cut off our access.”
“Who cut off your access?” Uh-oh. Macdara was revved up and ready to race. Siobhán sort of wanted to watch, but not from the passenger seat.
“The village,” Jane replied, spitting out the word. “Which always means the councilman. Aiden Cunningham.”
“We met him on our way in,” Siobhán said.
“He failed to mention he cut off your access,” Macdara seethed.
Jane’s tone softened as if sensing it may not have been the best idea to get her cousin worked up. “That was Mam’s theory. When we first moved in, we could get reception near the cottage. After we refused to leave, we couldn’t. I can’t prove it was on purpose.” She threw open her arms. “We are out in the middle of nowhere.”
Macdara held his phone higher, searching for a signal. “But you had access, and then Aiden Cunningham threatened to remove it, and then you didn’t have access?”
“We had access and then we didn’t, and that’s when Mam accused the village of messing with us.”
That’s when Mam accused . . . Siobhán made a mental note that Jane was leaving room for the possibility that her mother had lied, but she didn’t interrupt Macdara to throw this in. Never touch a hot cooker, her mam always said, and Macdara was boiling.
“When was this?” he demanded.
“A fortnight ago. Shortly after the village held one of their town meetings. After which several of the villagers stormed over here to demand we leave, which, as you can see, we refused.” Her face took on a pained look, as if she had just now realized the price they’d paid for their mistake.
“I can’t imagine Aunt Ellen taking that well,” Macdara said.
Jane laughed. “You’re correct. She said she’d have it sorted this weekend. She was confident she’d reached some kind of a deal.”
Siobhán’s ears perked up. “What kind of a deal?”
“I dunno. She wouldn’t tell me.” Jane chewed on her bottom lip. “Doesn’t matter now. They got their wish.”
“Who showed up that day and demanded you leave?” Siobhán knelt next to Jane.
Jane held her hands up near Siobhán’s face. “May I?”
“Of course.” Jane’s hand quickly traveled over Siobhán’s face, and then stroked her hair.
“I hear it’s the color of fire.”
“Maybe СКАЧАТЬ