Irish Throwdown (What Happens In Vegas Book 4) by Matt Lincoln

Irish Throwdown (What Happens In Vegas Book 4) by Matt Lincoln

Author:Matt Lincoln [Lincoln, Matt]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-05-09T16:00:00+00:00


21

Junior

I was right about the tour not taking very long. Scarcely an hour had passed before we’d seen pretty much the entire town, some parts twice as we doubled back to go in a different direction.

“Well, that’s about it,” Felton announced as we pulled up to the church at the center of town. It was a large, stark white building with a blood-red door. It was easy to see that the town cared about it very much by how it was well taken care of. “It would have been better if you’d been able to have a walk around town, but I understand that you’re busy.”

“It was nice,” I responded honestly. “Maybe we’ll come back if we have time at the end of the case.”

“Well, you’re always welcome.” He smiled. “Can I give you gentlemen a lift anywhere? Your own car took a beating back at the castle, didn’t it?”

“Oh, yeah,” I responded. “That would be really nice.”

“Where to?” Felton asked.

“The hospital,” I responded immediately. “We should check on Callahan before we do anything else. Could we stop back at the police station first, though? We need to pick up the files that the fire department was dropping off.”

“Alright then.” Felton nodded before pulling away from the church and back onto the road. We were back at the police station in just a few minutes, and I hoped that the files had been dropped off by then.

I left the car as soon as Felton parked. The tour had been nice and relaxing, but my legs felt cramped after sitting in the back of a patrol car for an hour. My arm was feeling much better, though, fortunately. I shivered as the cold, slightly damp air bit at my skin. I had used my own jacket and sweater as makeshift bandages to stop Callahan’s bleeding, and it was just cool enough that walking around in just a plain undershirt was uncomfortable.

I felt the tension easing out of my shoulders as I stepped into the police station and was hit with a wave of warm air.

“Hello there, agent,” Murphy greeted as he looked up at me. “How was your tour, then?”

“It was nice,” I replied, unable to keep the chatter out of my teeth as I spoke.

“Poor thing,” Amanda snickered as she stood up from her chair and walked briskly into a backroom. She’d been sitting in the exact same position when we’d left, and I wondered if she’d even moved in that entire time.

The door opened behind me again as Felton and Charlie stepped inside.

“You ran in here like someone lit a fire under you, lad,” Felton remarked.

“Well, just look at him,” Amanda scoffed as she walked back into the room holding a bundle of black cloth. “Poor kid must be freezing.”

She handed me the bundle, and I realized as I unraveled it that it was actually a sweatshirt with “Tinahely Garda” printed across the front of it in blocky white letters.

“Thank you,” I breathed in relief as I pulled the sweatshirt over my head.



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