Declan's Cross by Carla Neggers

Author:Carla Neggers
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin Enterprises, Australia Pty Ltd
Published: 2013-11-15T00:00:00+00:00

15

THE RAIN HAD let up when Sean walked into the village after supper. He knew everyone in Declan’s Cross and could easily distinguish local from stranger. He cut down to the would-be field station and found Eamon Carrick packing his gear into a rusted hatchback.

Eamon stood straight, a lock of fair hair falling into his face. Between his good looks, easy manner and diving skills, he had no trouble attracting women. Keeping one was another matter. “Hello, Sean. I thought I might be gone before you worked your way down here. This is terrible. I never expected it.” He shut the back of the car with more force than was necessary. “Brent’s taking Lindsey’s death hard. Philip, too. You just missed them both.”

“Where are you off to now?”

“Dublin.” Eamon gave a ragged smile. “Before Ronan drives down and drags me back. My garda brother is apoplectic I’m mixed up in a death investigation.”

“I can’t say I blame him.”

“I can’t, either, to be honest. I didn’t have much to tell the gardai, but I said what I knew. Any word from the medical examiner on the cause of death?”

“Not yet.”

“I only knew Lindsey a few weeks, but I never saw her drink to excess, or use drugs. I doubt they’ll find anything like that contributed to her death. She wasn’t on medication that I know of. Just an ordinary, healthy young woman.”

Sean peeked in the back of the car. Eamon had heaped his diving gear in with his personal things—clothes, boots, waterproofs. “Did Hargreaves Oceanographic Institute hire you to do any diving for them?”

Eamon shook his head, matter-of-fact. “I’ve done some research dives for them in the past, but this has been all for fun, at least as far as I was concerned. I’ve come down when I could. Weekends, mostly. Brent Corwin knows his stuff. Lindsey did, too, although she wasn’t as experienced.” He nodded at the abandoned garage. “I’d hoped this place would work out.”

Diving was a passion for Eamon, not a career. He taught diving, but it was his Dublin pub that paid the bills. He’d never been interested in law enforcement, joining the garda underwater unit like his brother. Eamon liked to choose when and where he went under water, and he preferred to search for sunken treasure or photograph fish than go after a missing person.

Ronan had helped recover the remains of Sally Bracken and her two young daughters. Eamon wouldn’t have survived such an ordeal. Ronan barely had. Sean hadn’t done any diving, but he’d led the death investigation. He and Ronan had agreed that however invaluable training was, it could only do so much to prepare anyone for the reality of what they sometimes had to do—see—in their work. Ronan had said he coped by knowing he’d helped find answers. Knowing the good he’d done always got him back into the water after a grisly scene.

“The gardai know where to reach you?” Sean asked.

Eamon nodded. “They do. Ronan would tell them if I didn’t, so no worries.

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