Shamrocks, Shenanigans and Murder by Cindy Kline

Author:Cindy Kline [Kline, Cindy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Cindy Kline
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

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he store was busy when I walked in. I hung up my coat and relieved Noah at the cash register. He gave me a smile and headed out to the floor. He much preferred to help the customers and Talia than at the register, and I didn’t blame him.

I was working steadily when I looked up at the next customer in line and smiled. “Constable Mills, how are you?”

“I’m well, Miss Molly. How are you?” Mills was the only constable in the Dooley Garda. He was young but eager, and although somewhat naïve, his intentions were always sincere. Tall and gangly, he sometimes rivaled me for being the klutziest person in the village. Plus, he thought I had special powers allowing me to solve murder cases.

“Busy.” I leaned into him as I scanned his books. “How’s the case going?”

He leaned in as well, looking around to see if anyone was listening. “You know I can’t tell you anything.” He smiled.

A thought struck me suddenly, and I played a hunch. “Do you know what kind of poison it was?” I put his books in a bag.

His eyes grew wide. “It’s your witchy senses again, isn’t it? We just found out this morning it was poison.” He handed me his credit card, and I finished the transaction. As I handed him the bag, he whispered, “No one believes me, Miss Molly, but I truly think the fairies have blessed you.”

I winked at him as he left the store. I was smiling as Ciara came up, shaking her head. “You heard part of that, I take it?” I chuckled as I took the books from the next customer and scanned them.

Ciara pulled a bag from beneath the counter. “That boy is half in love with you. You know that, don’t you?”

I was still smiling as I asked, “And the other half?”

“Terrified you’re a witch, and you’re going to turn him into a mushroom or something.” She laughed.

The woman I was waiting on was listening and smiled at our banter. “Doesn’t every native person in Ireland have a bit of fairy in them?”

“You’re an American!” Her accent was easily recognizable.

“Yes, Chicago, Illinois, here on vacation. I have to say, I’ve enjoyed every minute, especially this celebration. I can’t believe all these people! I heard this was a small village.” Probably in her mid-fifties, with short auburn hair and green eyes, she seemed to radiate cheerfulness.

“It’s usually a small village, just not over St. Patrick’s Day.” I smiled.

“With your coloring, you must have a wee bit of the Irish in you, I bet,” added Ciara.

“I do. My family is from County Clare. We’re headed there in two days. I can’t wait,” she said as she took her package.

“Enjoy your visit,” I said as she walked toward the door.

It was two more hours before there was a lull. Ciara and I were in the backroom having a cup of tea and a ham and cheese toasty, along with a bowl of potato leek soup we’d ordered from the café next door.

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