The Book Club Murders by Alan Gorevan

Author:Alan Gorevan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: thriller, dublin, crime fiction, irish fiction, coercive control, dublin ireland, sjogrens syndrome, dun laoghaire
Publisher: Alan Gorevan

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After getting up late, Robert had tea and toast, with lots of butter and lots of marmalade. Then it was time for Baxter’s walk. He clipped Baxter’s leash onto his collar, then searched for his jacket while the dog waited impatiently.

Robert called up the stairs, “Louise? Where’s my green jacket?”

“What green jacket?”

From her tone, Robert concluded that her mood hadn’t improved so far today.

“The one with the yellow stripes.”

“Did you look on the coat rack?”

“Of course, I did. And it’s not in the wardrobe either.”

“I don’t know what to tell you then. Are elves stealing your clothes?”

Robert scowled. Perhaps he really was going senile. The jacket should have been right there on the rack, but there was no sign of the damn thing. Baxter began to whine.

“Alright, alright,” Robert said, picking out another jacket. He led the dog outside.

They walked down the road towards the sea, going onto Queen’s Road. It was a slight deviation from their familiar route, and Baxter resisted, trying to pull Robert towards the library.

“In a minute, boy.”

Louise said that Kate had been found dead in the water next to the East Pier. As they approached, Robert saw that the pier was open but an area to the side was blocked off by tape.

“What a shame,” Robert said to himself. He shook his head sadly. “She never did amount to anything.”

He stood looking at the scene for a minute before letting Baxter pull him back to the usual route. On Crofton Road, they passed Tess and Gareth’s house and continued on to De Vesci Terrace, a lovely road with a row of elegant houses. Of course, a lot of them were subdivided into less than grand apartments, and some of the houses needed a bit of work done.

As they approached Melanie and Tom’s house, which was one that needed a lot of work, Robert let Baxter off the leash.

“Go on, boy. Do your business.”

Baxter darted through Melanie’s gate. Robert kept his distance. That was best so that he could claim plausible deniability if Melanie or Tom happened to be home. After half a minute, he moved a little closer to make sure Baxter was doing the job.

“Good boy. Come on now.”

Baxter came tearing out of the garden, like a killer fleeing a crime scene.

Robert put the leash on him, and they continued walking, down the terrace past Jimmy the barman’s place. When Robert glanced at the house, he saw Jimmy and a Garda standing inside the front window, looking back at him.

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