Under Construction: A DI McNally Detective Thriller by Bradd Chambers

Author:Bradd Chambers [Chambers, Bradd]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-10-09T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Forty-One:

Sighing after that long day, McNally has never been so happy to see his own car, parked inside the station grounds. On the way back from Taylor’s house, Ferguson and himself had talked things through. Antagonizing Taylor wasn’t the way forward, even Ferguson had said that he’d never seen the side to him as they did when he kicked them both out. But that means something is up, McNally had suggested. If it was all rumours, then he wouldn’t have reacted like that and let his mask slip. They’re onto something, he just knows they are.

Leaving Ardóimid for now, seeing as the Galway Bay Hotel was able to confirm Boyle’s alibi, they’ve agreed that first thing tomorrow they’ll start by speaking with any members of the Jacks’ underground group who have been arrested in the past few years. Ferguson had said a few of the Jacks are awaiting trial for joyriding several cars over the space of a few weeks. Although their true intentions are still to be found out, they guess they were possibly something similar to this. Transporting drugs or bodies… They will offer them lighter sentences, immunity and even police protection if they have anything decent to tell them about Taylor and what happened that night. There’s also a few more charged with violent offences, so they’re as good a place to start as any.

“Right, boss,” Ferguson stretches, “can’t wait to get back to the missus’s curry.”

“Oh, Chinese?”

“Naw, I wish. It’ll be some sugar free, gluten free, chicken free, taste free shite.”

McNally laughs before stepping out of the car. As he turns to close the door, he stares in at his DS.

“You alright, sir?”

“You know what, Ferguson? Set me up.”

“You want some of that stankin’ curry, sir?”

McNally smiles.

“No, with your sister-in-law. Niamh, wasn’t it?”

Ferguson arches a brow.

“You sure, sir? She’s a rocket.”

“I can guess that, but… I don’t want to end up like Taylor.”

“Meaning?”

“That big empty house, all alone. No friends or family around. I’m far enough from my family as it is.”

He makes a mental note to try and get an hour up with his parents this weekend, if this case allows it.

“Hmm… Fine, sir. Although I don’t think you have anything to worry about in that respect, unless you’re orchestrating murders on your days off.”

The pair laugh as McNally wiggles his eyebrows.

“Believe me, though, sir. You don’t know what you have yourself in for. When?”

“How about tomorrow night?”

“Keen bean, well… Why don’t you come over to mine, and we’ll ask her around? I’ll get Jane to make something for dinner and we can have a few drinks.”

“Will it be gluten free, fat free, taste free…”

“Almost definitely,” he laughs, “no, she only suggests doing that to keep us healthy. I have enough buns in work, I can’t blame her.” He pats his stomach. “She’ll make something nice tomorrow, or we can just get a takeaway.”

“Whatever’s less bother for Jane,” McNally taps Ferguson’s car roof, “thanks, Ferguson. I’ll see you at 8am for the briefing.”

Saluting him as he closes the door, Ferguson yanks the car into reverse as McNally slinks over to his own car.

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