Grave Matters by Patricia H. Rushford

Author:Patricia H. Rushford
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blackstone Publishing
Published: 2015-09-25T18:18:40+00:00

14

Jennie wakened to the gentle strains of an Irish lullaby. Gram was singing in the shower again.

Jennie stretched and yawned, debating whether or not to get up. Gram had opened the blinds to the patio doors, giving Jennie a wonderful view of the ocean without her having to move. Seeing the water took her back to the day before. How close they’d come to losing Shelagh. Jennie wasn’t angry anymore about being locked in the gardening shed. She hadn’t even been that frightened. Well, maybe a little. It seemed like a bad dream now—one she didn’t want to repeat.

Gram came in, wrapped in a white terry robe and a pink towel around her head. “Hey, you’re awake.”

“No thanks to you,” Jennie teased. “Do you always sing in the shower?”

“No. Only when I’m in Ireland—in a castle. Something about waking up to that spectacular view just makes me want to sing.”

Jennie yawned again as she slid up to sit against the headboard. “It is nice.”

“Do you have any plans for the day?”

“Nope.” Jennie rubbed a tender spot on her neck. It was probably the result of falling asleep on the concrete floor of the gardening shed. “Do you?”

“Hmm. William asked if I wanted to spend the day looking into Liam’s death. I’ll go to the library and possibly to the monastery.”

“The monastery?”

“Yes. They’d have a record of his death, and there may be some notes from the priest at that time. If there’s time, we can talk to some old-timers who might remember Liam and be able to shed some light on his death.”

“Oh. So it sounds as though you have your whole day planned.” Jennie tried not to look disappointed. Though she didn’t have plans of her own, she wasn’t too excited about spending the day alone while Gram was out working on a murder case.

Gram must have noticed her reticence. “You’re welcome to come along with us.”

“I’d like that.”

“I’ll tell William you’re coming.”

Half an hour later they joined William in the dining room for breakfast. Jeremy and Declan had eaten and gone. Not surprising, since it was already nine-thirty.

“Good morning.” An elderly woman with a husky voice and flaming red hair came into the room. Her long, velvety green dress swayed as she walked.

“Mother.” William bounced up and hurried to her side. He offered her an arm. She slipped her left hand through it and, using the cane in her right hand, shuffled to the table, where William pulled out a chair. “I didn’t know you were coming down. You should have called for help.”

“Nonsense. I’m perfectly capable of walking.” To Jennie and Gram she said, “Thinks I’m an invalid.”

“Mother, this is—”

“I know perfectly well who my guests are. Be a good boy and tell Megan I want some tea.”

When he’d gone, she leaned forward and in a conspiratorial voice said, “I’m Maude Kavanagh,” for Jennie’s benefit. “Now, Helen, you must tell me how your visit is going. Have you seen Catherine? Poor dear was so looking forward to your visit.

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