Death at Ashford Castle by Martha Geaney & Turlough Nolan Publishing

Author:Martha Geaney & Turlough, Nolan Publishing [Geaney, Martha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Turlough, Nolan Publishing

Chapter 21

The next morning, the lightly frosted grass sparkled under the sun's rays. Without a breath of wind, the cloudless blue sky seemed like it could become a permanent fixture. I tidied up the cottage and put my office back together now that my new computer had been delivered. After checking my inbox, I made a list of action items for Ellie and Phillie. Satisfied that my emails were in the sent queue, I made a note to phone Phillie later in the day. Maybe she'd be able to unearth Evelyn's cell phone number and have an answer about the questions I’d emailed the night before.

I shook my head, thinking about all the cases the Consulting Detective handled in a year. From experience, I knew the only way to get information about Evelyn's whereabouts would be from someone who knew her or from public records if they existed. Both of these avenues could be untrustworthy and difficult to access. I'd have to provide lawful reasons why I wanted personal information to anyone I asked.

Ashford's barks beckoned me to the back door where I'd left him on the cement patio, basking in the warm sunshine. Now he stood on his hind legs, tail wagging, front paws planted on Lorcan's chest. I paused and watched the two of them playing. Lorcan's eyes met mine, and for an instant, I relished the domestic scene.

“I didn't expect to see you,” I said after I opened the back door.

Lorcan gave Ashford a final pat on the head and brushed the dog hair from his shirt. “I'm on my way to Dublin for a meeting myself, but thought I'd stop by to see how you made out with the repairs.” He looked over my shoulder into the kitchen. “I see the window was replaced. Are the phone lines working?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, since last night,” I said. I stepped back into the kitchen and waved him inside.

“No.” He shook his head. “I can't stay, but I'll call you later.” He glanced at his watch, adding, “I'm already behind schedule.” His blue eyes smiled at me over his pewter-rimmed glasses. “How about meeting up with me this evening for supper at Johnny McHale's pub?”

“Okay,” I replied, feeling cheered at the thought of having company. Besides, his knowledge of some of the people in Cong would be useful as I tried to help Paul. If he still wanted my help, that is. He hadn't called as promised. I was sure of that—I'd checked my cell and landline a million times.

“I'll pick you up at 8:00 p.m.,” Lorcan said. Then he disappeared around the gable of the house.

A short time later, I packed up my knapsack, and with Ashford along for the ride, we set out for Cong. I intended to keep asking questions. I left my car in the parking lot across from the Augustinian cemetery, headed toward the woods, and found the sign pointing the way to Happy Trails. As for Ashford, I had no idea where he had bolted to after I opened the car door.

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