Cry of the Banshee by Heather Graham

Author:Heather Graham [Graham, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Krewe of Hunters, 1001 Dark Nights, Heather Graham, paranormal romance
Publisher: Evil Eye Concepts, Incorporated
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

With the others gone, Jackson excused himself for a minute to call Bruce McFadden, giving him a list of the information they needed. Bruce reminded him that Angela was customarily their information guru, but then he laughed and assured him it was an intriguing case, and they were on it.

“Financials are important,” Jackson reminded him. “And searches for any of these people who might have purchased a poison dart frog for a pet, or—because of that lab robbery in South America—anyone who might have traveled along the Amazon.”

When he returned to the office, Angus and Angela were talking about the interviews they’d conducted, shaking their heads. They suggested again that it seemed—at the very least—that Connie and Steve Miller were under suspicion.

Angela glanced at him, and he nodded.

Angus laughed out loud. “I don’t need to worry. You have the innumerable machinations of the FBI gathering the information we need on our guests. But our people are working, too.”

Jackson nodded at him. “And that’s great because night has come on. We have night crews, of course, but if your machine is whirring—”

“They’ll get what we need,” Angus assured him. “Mr. Meadows is still at the castle. And Moira hasn’t returned here.”

“Let’s find them,” Angela said.

And they did.

Mark was in the kitchen, chatting with Nellie about Irish food.

When they all filed into the room, he looked at them expectantly—and hopefully.

“Anything?” he asked.

“Nothing solid, no. Oh, except that Kevin is one good kid,” Jackson said easily.

None of them knew who had leaked everything about the murder at the castle to the press, but they were in silent agreement that no one else would get any information from them until the situation had been resolved.

“He is a good kid,” Mark said.

“Dinner will be ready in about an hour,” Nellie told them. “And forgive me if we’re not all spic and span. I’ve not had the cleaning crew in, being as, well, we’re not having others in at this time.”

“Of course. No worries,” Angela said. “And the castle is evidently loved and cared for. Trust me, none of us could clean a whole castle on our own. We’re grateful you’re such a wonderful cook.”

The woman smiled. “Ah, well, I worked for Colleen for decades, long before our dear Moira returned from the States. And here she is. Moira, where—?”

“Making sure our visitors were safely out,” Moira said.

“I was telling these lovelies about Colleen and my cooking expertise. She loved for me to experiment with food, adored the classics and all that came our way from afar—especially empanadas,” she said cheerfully.

“Nellie makes one hell of an empanada,” Moira said.

“Empanadas. Great,” Jackson murmured and looked at Angela.

She looked back at him with a slightly apologetic smile. She was about to do something he might not like.

“Mark?” Angela said. “Would you be willing to take us on one of your ghost tours? I can’t help but think it might help us if we knew more about what was going on that night.”

“Angela—” Moira began.

“No, no, Moira. It’s fine,” Mark said enthusiastically.

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