Murder in Unsound Mind: Doyle & Acton #13 by Anne Cleeland

Author:Anne Cleeland [Cleeland, Anne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Anne Cleeland
Published: 2021-02-27T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

Everything’s biting at me, Doyle acknowledged a bit crossly; and I’m that sick of being bit. I should have run away to hide under the bed when stupid Acton proposed stupid marriage, and I would have, if only he weren’t so darkly handsome.

She was making her way up to Acton’s office so as to receive her next assignment. It was a given that Acton wasn’t going to allow his pregnant and semi-disabled wife to work on something juicy, like the charge-nurse murder, but hopefully it would be something halfway interesting, so that she could lord it over Munoz, who’d her own juicy murder. Although to be fair, that one was a quick roll-up, with Martina-the-murderess leaving a wide trail of breadcrumbs, just like an unsound-mind tended to do. But in any event, the fair Doyle wanted something new to work on, mainly became she needed a distraction from her thoughts, which were scattered, and rather ominous.

She frowned slightly, as walked across the bridge that connected the two buildings. It was very unlike her, to feel so down-pin. It was coming on Christmas, after all, and since they’d successfully navigated some very rough weather this year, she should be rejoicing along with the season. Although it was true that Christmas made her miss her mother more than usual—just as she’d told Dr. Harding.

And speaking of which, it didn’t help her general mood that she’d a ghost that was saying cryptic things—although the ghosts always did, and so it shouldn’t be a wonder. Interesting, that it was Dr. Harding, yet again. Usually the ghosts had some sort of connection to whatever-it-was that Doyle was supposed to be figuring out, but in this case, she was stumped. Why had Dr. Harding come back to haunt her? When you thought about it, he was an unlikely ghost in the first place, since he’d once tried his level best to put a period to the fair Doyle. He and Caroline, Timothy McGonigal’s sister—she’d given it a good try, too. Although the wretched Mr. Javid came in a close third, what with the recent life-or-death battle on the stairway at the flat.

Wincing, she turned her thoughts away from the morbid subject of people who’d tried to kill her, and instead pondered the ghost’s message. Dr. Harding seemed to be hinting that she and Acton each had an unsound-mind, although she’d argued with him about it; her perceptive abilities were a gift from God, and she never truly resented them. Faith, they were a boon, in her quest to catch Acton before he did something truly terrible–although she didn’t always manage it. For instance, there was that time—terrible indeed–when he’d killed Caroline McGonigal before her very eyes. Now, there was the trigger for a black mood like no other; Acton in vengeance-mode was a fearsome thing to behold.

Doyle shut her eyes briefly, and reminded herself that she was supposed to be trying to direct her thoughts away from morbid subjects—for the love o’ Mike—and to stop circling back to Caroline and the various other worthies who’d done her harm.

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