Mystery Woman (Jack Dillon Dublin Tales Book 11) by Mike Faricy

Author:Mike Faricy [Faricy, Mike]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-11-27T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 25

“Paddy, long time no see. Come in, come in. What can I get you lads from the bar?” The man behind the desk was fat and bald. As he slid off the desk chair, he appeared to be just an inch or two over five feet tall.

“Nothing for us, Cullen, we’re still working,” Suel said.

“You sure? We’ve got some great whiskeys. Just the thing for this time of day. I promise not to tell,” he said and grinned, revealing a space between his two front teeth.

“Thanks, but we better not,” Suel said.

“Suit yourself. Come on, sit down, sit down. Daren, Bobby, you can wait outside. I’ll call yous if I need anything. I’m not gonna need anything, am I, Paddy?” Fink said and laughed as the two giants stepped out of the office, closing the steel door behind them.

“Cullen, I’d like you to meet my friend, Jack Dillon. We work together,” Suel said.

Fink nodded and gave Dillon the once over as he stepped forward. “Nice to meet yas, Jack. Any friend of Paddy’s is a friend of mine.”

“Very nice to meet you, Cullen.”

“You an American?” Fink asked when he heard Dillon’s accent.

“Yeah, I’m attached to An Garda Síochána,” Dillon said as he shook Fink’s hand.

“You might have read about him, Cullen. That little bit of trouble out at the airport a few years back,” Suel said.

“The airport? Wait, you mean that shooting? The Russians?” Fink asked, turning his hand into the shape of a gun and pointing it at Suel. He pretended to shoot a half-dozen times.

“Yeah, ancient history now,” Dillon said.

“That was some damn good work on your part. Quite the job. You shoot two of them?”

“Four, actually. Mind if we sit and chat?” Dillon asked, nodding toward a leather couch and two red upholstered chairs, hoping to change the subject from the event at the Dublin airport.

“Oh, yeah, where are my manners? Come on, sit down. Sit down. You sure I can’t get you something, Paddy?”

“Thanks, Cullen, but we’re just fine,” Suel said as they all sat down. Suel and Dillon settled onto the leather couch. Fink sat in one of the red upholstered chairs. As he settled in, his feet dangled an inch or two off the floor.

Suel leaned forward with his arms resting on his knees. “We’ve been working a case, Cullen, and we’re coming up empty-handed. Wondered if you may have heard anything.”

“Is this that woman they found in the Grand Canal? Because if it is, Paddy, I can’t help you. Don’t know a damn thing about it.”

“No, it’s not that one. This happened, or at least started, down in Cork, outside of Bandon, in a half-parish called Desertserges. An American couple, last name Sheehan, your man’s first name was Dennis, and we’re pretty sure he was mistaken for Punchy Sheehan.”

“County Cork? I wouldn’t know anything about that. I got all I can do just keeping track of what’s going on in here,” Fink said and chuckled.

“Yeah, I’m sure you do,” Suel said. “Thing is, we’re pretty sure the shooter was a Dub by the name of Keegan Donnelly.

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