Treasure Built of Sand (Palmyrton Estate Sale Mystery Series Book 6) by S.W. Hubbard

Author:S.W. Hubbard [Hubbard, S.W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: S.W. Hubbard
Published: 2019-05-22T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

“How did it go?”

Sean’s voice emerges from the darkness as I slip into bed at midnight. Deirdre’s husband had arrived at Granda’s house at eleven to take over, but I hadn’t heard from Sean at all during the time I kept a vigil over the snoozing old man.

Nor had I heard from Sophia.

“No problems whatsoever.” I don’t mention that I totally ignored Deirdre’s dietary restrictions. “You must’ve been busy at work.”

“Swamped. Sorry I didn’t call.” Sean props himself on his elbow. “You honestly had no problems with Granda? He didn’t complain and insult you and curse you?”

“Well, sure—but I expected that. What I didn’t expect was how much I’d enjoy listening to the old man’s stories. He told me about how he met your grandmother and what it was like to arrive—”

“—on Ellis Island.” Sean turns on his best Old World brogue. “Ay, there were more red-headed lads than ye could shake a stick at. And how was I to find me brudder in all that crowd?”

I laugh. “I take it you’ve heard that one before. It is pretty amazing, though—you and I can’t find each other at ShopRite without our cell phones. Granda claims he and his brother were drawn to each other by their shared blood.”

“Ah, yes—the O’Shea blood is like a divining rod to find other members of the clan. Did Granda mention he also had a large sign pinned to his shirt that spelled out his complete name and address and his brother’s name? That may have aided Uncle Paddy in finding him.”

I slap his arm. “You’re destroying the magic. I like his version better.”

“Thank you for being such a good sport about Granda.” Sean pulls me into his embrace. “Once I work my shift this weekend, this branch of the Coughlin family is off-duty. Mom and Dad have arrived in Ireland, and nothing can go wrong now. How was the rest of your day?”

“Trevor’s funeral...Sophia talking to the cops—remember?”

“Shit. I totally forgot. By the time I got back to the station, no one was there but a few night shift guys. I’ll ask around tomorrow, first thing. I promise.”

“Oh, and one other issue—there’s some thug named Ray-Ray following me in a black Camaro.”

Sean bolts upright in bed.

“He hasn’t approached me. Donna says he works for Uncle Nunzio, and he’s there to let her know the family is keeping an eye on her. Anthony knows better than to put the tail directly on her.”

“Son of a bitch,” Sean mutters. He gets out of bed and calls in the information, adding the partial license plate number that I retained. “I’ll drive you to work tomorrow,” he says as he returns to my side. “I bet this Ray-Ray has a rap sheet a mile long. There’ll be something we can haul him in for even if it’s just to hassle him for a day or two.”

I snuggle against Sean’s broad chest and feel his heart thumping under my ear. Do I want to drive up that slow and regular beat? Not really, but we’re not going to see much of each other in the next few days.

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