Murder in an Irish Pub by Carlene O'Connor

Author:Carlene O'Connor
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2018-12-14T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

The young ones were in bed. James had finally called. He’d gone into Limerick. Said it was too tempting to drink in the festival atmosphere. Siobhán suspected it also had something to do with his recent rows with Elise, but she didn’t ask. She needed Elise’s help with the tent at the festival. Besides, the girl was growing on her. She hoped they’d work it out. “Do whatever you need to do,” Siobhán said. “We miss you, but we’re all fine.”

“I’m coming home tomorrow,” he said.

“We’ll have a family supper then.” She hadn’t realized how much she counted on those family times until they’d missed a few. It would do them all good. She’d have to invite Elise as well, it would be rude not to. Siobhán was about to turn in for the night when there came a light knock on the door. She smiled to herself as she went to answer it. It was Macdara’s knock. Six in total, the last four at a good clip. She opened it, and he stepped in and kissed her. They had so few of these stolen moments that she treasured them. It didn’t last long. When they pulled away, his face soon showed his anxiety.

“What’s the story?”

“Shane Ross is scheduled back in for questioning, but I can’t get ahold of Rose Foley.”

Siobhán groaned. “Do you think she went back to Henry’s farm?”

Macdara leaned against the doorway. “No. I have guards posted there, and against my advice he’s keeping vigil.”

Siobhán sighed. “Like father, like daughter. What did Nathan say about the incident?”

“He said she pretended she needed to go for a long walk. It wasn’t until she was marching up the drive to the farm that he realized he’d been played. He did his best to calm her down. He said Henry Moore flew into a murderous rage.”

“ ’Murderous rage’? That’s a quote?”

“’Tis.”

“My word.” She saw the wheels turning in Macdara’s head. “Do you think Henry Moore murdered Eamon?”

“I don’t want to think that.”

“But?”

“What wouldn’t a father do to protect his daughter? Multiple witnesses say he was on a mission to get Eamon to change his mind about the horse.”

Siobhán nodded. “It’s a strong motive. Then there’s a matter of the rope.” She couldn’t imagine Amanda’s life if her father had murdered a man because of her horse. Pain on top of pain, so twisted it would be impossible to remember how it all started. There was a point in any plotting of a crime where it wasn’t too late, where common sense could prevail, and lives could be saved. If Henry Moore was guilty, that point had already been crossed. “You checked the inn for Rose?”

Macdara nodded. “She’s cleared out. Her room is empty.”

“Fantastic.” She grimaced, then led him inside the dining room, where she held up a finger before entering the kitchen to put on the kettle. When she came out, Macdara was making a fire. She felt instantly warmer, knowing it meant he was going to stay for a spell.

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