Broken Harbour by Tana French

Author:Tana French
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Mystery, Adult, Thriller
ISBN: 9781444705102
Publisher: Penguin Group, USA
Published: 2012-07-01T14:00:00+00:00

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The Gogans’ front window had sprouted a bunch of plastic bats and, with the level of taste I would have expected, a life-sized plastic skeleton. The door opened fast: someone had been watching us.

Gogan was a big guy, with a wobbly belly hanging over his navy tracksuit bottoms and a preemptive head shave, and he was where Jayden had got that flat-eyed stare. He said, “What?”

I said, “I’m Detective Kennedy, and this is Detective Curran. Mr. . . . ?”

“Mr. Gogan. What d’you want?”

Mr. Gogan was Niall Gogan, he was thirty-two, he had an eight-year-old conviction for chucking a bottle through the window of his local, he had driven a forklift in a warehouse off and on for most of his adult life and he was currently out of work, officially anyway. I said, “We’re investigating the deaths next door. Could we come in for a few minutes?”

“You can talk to me here.”

Richie said, “I promised Mrs. Gogan we’d keep her up to speed. She was worried, yeah? We’ve got a bit of news.”

After a moment Gogan stepped back from the doorway. He said, “Make it quick. We’re busy.”

This time we got the whole family. They had been watching some soap opera and eating something involving hard-boiled eggs and ketchup, going by the plates on the coffee table and by the smell. Jayden was sprawled on one sofa; Sinéad was on the other, with the baby propped up in a corner, sucking on a bottle. The kid was living proof of Sinéad’s virtue: the spit of its dad, bald head and pale stare and all.

I moved to one side and let Richie have center stage. “Mrs. Gogan,” he said, leaning over to shake hands. “Ah, no, don’t get up. Sorry to interrupt your evening, but I promised to keep you updated, didn’t I?”

Sinéad was practically falling off the sofa with eagerness. “Have you got the fella, have you?”

I moved to a corner armchair and got out my notebook—taking notes turns you invisible, if you do it right. Richie went for the other armchair, leaving Gogan to shove Jayden’s legs out of the way on the sofa. He said, “We’ve got a suspect in custody.”

“Jaysus,” Sinéad breathed. That avid look was brightening her eyes. “Is he a psychopath?”

Richie shook his head. “I can’t tell you a lot about him. The investigation’s still going on.”

Sinéad stared at him with her mouth open, disgusted. The look on her face said, You made me mute the telly for this?

Richie said, “I figured yous have a right to know this fella’s off the street. As soon as I can give you more, I will. Right now, though, we’re still trying to make sure we can keep him where he is, so we have to play it close to the chest.”

Gogan said, “Thanks. Was that it, yeah?”

Richie made a face and rubbed at the back of his head, looking like a bashful teenager. “Look . . . OK, here’s the story. I haven’t been

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