Little Bones: A totally addictive crime thriller by Patricia Gibney

Author:Patricia Gibney [Gibney, Patricia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bookouture

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Frank Maher lived down a narrow road at the side of the canal, not far from the convent school. Four old terraced houses lined the lane. Further down, over the supply bridge, Boyd saw the shimmer of ambulance lights flashing. Someone must have fallen in, he thought. Once the sun came out, the silly season started.

The door opened.

The man looked to be in his eighties, tall and willowy, with a slight hunch probably formed from having to constantly bend his head to enter doorways. He seemed genuinely happy to have someone other than his dog to talk to. The old collie raised its head, then, finding its master’s guests uninteresting, returned to soak up the heat from the Aga stove with its door wide open.

It was positively boiling in the house.

‘I’m Frank, and he’s Bosco.’ The man cleared newspapers from one chair while Kirby lifted a basket of folded laundry from another.

‘Frank,’ Kirby began once they were uncomfortably seated, ‘we’re here about a car you used to own. A black Ford Focus.’ He recited the licence plate number.

‘That’s long gone. I haven’t driven anything this five years. Didn’t pass the eye test so couldn’t renew my licence. Stupid rules and regulations. I only ever drove to Tesco. Now I have to be waited on hand and foot by my poor niece. Not that she minds, though what would I know? Youngsters are used to putting on a face in more ways than one.’ Frank chuckled.

‘Did you sell the car?’ Boyd said.

‘Aye, lad, I did. On one of those websites. Best Deals, I think.’

‘Have you any record of the buyer?’

‘You’ve got me there.’ The man scratched the side of his head. Boyd was afraid he would lose his few remaining grey strands if he scratched any harder.

‘Ever hear of Lugmiran Enterprises? It’s currently listed as the registered owner of the car.’

‘Can’t say I have.’

‘Did you get information from the buyer in order to complete the transfer of ownership?’

‘Sure didn’t the lad say he would take care of it. All I had to do was bank the five thousand yo-yos he paid me.’

‘He paid you in cash?’

‘He did right enough.’

‘Did you meet him in person?’

‘Just for the few minutes it took to hand over the car and take the money, but you needn’t ask me what he looked like, because I can’t remember much about him.’

‘Any little thing would help,’ Kirby pushed.

‘What’s this about, if you don’t mind me being nosy? If he didn’t do the paperwork and I’m still the registered owner, I hope the bastard hasn’t crashed it and gone and killed some poor unfortunate soul. God, I couldn’t live with myself if that happened.’

‘Nothing like that at all, sir,’ Boyd said.

‘Sir? A boy after my own heart. I was in the army, you know. You have respect for your elders, not like some of the youngsters nowadays.’

‘If you can remember anything, it would help us.’ Boyd found he had to work hard keeping the old man on the subject.

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