Death in Irish Accents by Catie Murphy

Author:Catie Murphy [Murphy, Catie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington Books
Published: 2022-11-07T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 13

“There will be no investigating,” Jelena whispered as they slipped through the doors at the Duke. She’d said it at least four times, but Megan laughed again anyway, whispering, “I promise!” back. The old pub, just past its second century in business, was wood panelled inside and out, and Megan liked to imagine that at least some of the old, dark floor planks had been supporting feet and absorbing spilled beer for the whole two hundred years.

The barman waved them upstairs for the pub crawl tour, where, a little to Megan’s relief, Stephanie Burgis was already waiting. She looked up from her phone as they came in, smiled brightly, and gestured for them to join her at a table near a four-pane sash window. “Sadhbh said you were coming. I’m so glad you did. Hi, I’m Stephanie.” She offered Jelena her hand and repeated, “I’m really glad you came,” just as Jelena blurted, “I love your books!”

Stephanie’s smile blossomed for real. “Oh, gosh, thank you. Thanks so much. I’m sorry the last one is so late.”

“Me, too, but I bet you’re even sorrier, so I won’t be an arse about it,” Jelena said clumsily, but Stephanie’s smile went rueful and thankful all at once.

“Thanks. I appreciate it. And I appreciate you coming. This is going to be weird and hard anyway, but at least if we have more or less the right number of people it won’t also feel pathetic. The crowds are mental,” she added with a gesture at the street below.

Megan, despite having just come in from that street, stepped to the window and looked out at a sea of people, many of them still wearing leprechaun hats and other over-the-top St. Patrick’s Day adornments. Laughter and shouting rose to sail indistinguishably through the single-pane glass, and Megan, watching the flow and ebb, thought it was astonishing more fights didn’t break out with so many people trying to push through such small spaces. “This is why I usually stay out of city centre on the holiday weekend. And it’s going to be much worse in a couple of hours!”

“We won’t mind then, because we’ll be drunk,” Jelena said with a grin.

“Last time I got drunk you still made me get up at six in the morning to go to the gym, so no way.”

“Which part, the getting drunk or the going to the gym?”

“I threw up on the elliptical, Jelena!”

“You were very drunk,” Jelena conceded. “Probably we should not have gone to the gym.”

“You two are cute,” Stephanie announced. “I think Adrian and Jules are planning to do the self-guided literary pub crawl after the official one, if they don’t think they’ve drunk enough. Maybe you should go with them.”

“Jaysus,” Megan said, not entirely meaning to go all Irish on it, but hearing herself fall into the accent anyway, “that’ll be a crawl indeed.”

“We’ll see,” Jelena said in the superior tone of a woman who knew she could hold her alcohol.

“What’ll we see?” Adrian came in a

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