Irish Aisles are Smiling by Laura Durham

Author:Laura Durham [Durham, Laura]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Broadmoor Books

18

“What's all this about you poking a hole in my case?" Garda Ryan asked, tapping one foot on the carpeted floor of Kate's room.

I'd asked Fern to bring him up while I gathered the rest of our team in Kate's room, and now we all stood inside the small sitting area. I'd also asked Betty Belle for the use of her green shamrock luggage tag, so she stood with us looking slightly confused and a bit weepy.

Kate sat on one of the silver upholstered chairs with Fern, still in his trench coat and sunglasses, by her side.

"This is very Hercule Poirot," Richard said. "I hope you know what you're doing, darling."

"Me too," I whispered. I wasn't thrilled the female garda who seemed to have a grudge against Kate had joined us, but I also couldn't think of a reason to kick her out.

Buster shifted from one foot to the next and his leather pants creaked. "You don't need to prove anything to us."

"That's right," Mack said, shooting both gardas dirty looks. "Anyone who knows Kate knows she's innocent."

"Exactly," I said. "We're here to show that Kate is innocent and prove she's being framed."

The gardas exchanged a glance that told me I needed to speed up my dramatic reveal before I lost them.

I held up the shamrock luggage tag. "This is an exact copy of the luggage tag you claim to have found on the floor of Kate's room. Is that correct?"

The blond garda let out an impatient huff. "You know it is."

I looked at Garda Ryan until he nodded his agreement. I glanced back at the female garda. "Since you were kind enough to tell us that it was found a few feet inside her hotel room door, I thought we might try an experiment." I walked to the hotel door and opened it, stepping out into the hall. "I assert that the person who wanted to frame Kate actually threw the tag under the door." I pointed to the bottom of the door. "You'll notice that the door sits off the carpet at least an inch."

Garda Ryan raised an eyebrow and he bent down on his haunches, eyeing the bottom of the door. "That it does."

"Let's give it a try," I said, closing the door so that I was in the hallway alone. I rubbed my thumb across the textured surface of the tag and closed my eyes for a beat, whispering to myself, "This had better work."

I bent down with my heart beating fast and flicked the tag under the door as hard as I could. I waited a second, releasing the breath I'd been holding without even realizing it, and knocked.

Richard opened the door, beaming at me. "Nicely done, inspector."

Both gardas stood looking down at where the luggage tag lay several feet inside the room. The blonde flicked her eyes nervously from the tag to her boss, and I knew that I'd hit the mark. I felt a flood of relief as I saw Kate grinning at me.

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