Undertow by Anthony J. Quinn

Author:Anthony J. Quinn [Quinn, Anthony J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery
ISBN: 9781786696021
Google: VWeNDgAAQBAJ
Goodreads: 36260429
Publisher: Head of Zeus
Published: 2017-12-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Daly drove along the Birches road, glancing at his rear-view mirror, taking in his stray fatigued eyes and the shifting stretch of road behind. It was the first time in weeks he had looked into his own eyes, and they resembled those of an exhausted stranger, a man whose feelings he was too busy to care about any more. But he had not looked into the mirror to confront himself or gauge his inner state of mind. He was checking the car that had pulled out from a hidden lay-by and was now tailing him.

Still looking in the mirror, he braked suddenly and watched the car swerve at the last moment to avoid a collision. The driver pulled alongside Daly and rolled down the window.

‘So there you are, Celcius,’ said the journalist Jacqueline Pryce.

‘I spotted you in my mirror. You were driving too close.’

‘I need to talk to you.’ She had that impatient no-nonsense expression she wore when under the pressure of a deadline.

‘First you keep calling to my house, and now you try to ambush me while I’m driving. Are you stalking me?’

‘No, I just wanted to hear if you’d discovered anything about the Green and Blue Fishing Club.’

‘Nothing.’

‘What about Detective Hunter?’

‘The same.’

‘You look tense.’

Daly blinked at her. ‘I had a rough night’s sleep.’

She nodded sympathetically. ‘It must be hard going, dealing with what happened to Brigid Donnelly.’

‘What do you know about that?’

‘I heard you knocked her down. You shouldn’t blame yourself for her death.’

‘I don’t blame myself. I blame you. You’re her killer.’

She gave an incredulous laugh. ‘Are you joking? I was nowhere near her last night.’

‘But you killed her all the same.’ His eyes maintained their heavy accusing look.

‘You’re being ridiculous. Stop this.’ She released her handbrake. ‘I’m not your suspect.’

‘You’re not my suspect, but you’re in the frame. You told me she wanted to speak to me urgently about the Green and Blue Fishing Club. Who else did you tell?’

‘Apart from you, no one.’

He toyed with the possibility of calling her a bloody liar, but he failed to summon enough rudeness. ‘You must have told someone.’

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ she said with a brazen look of defiance.

‘You let it slip to your colleagues. You must have.’

‘If I were you I’d concentrate on what your own colleagues knew about her.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Far be it from me to meddle in your investigation, but I can tell you the name of a Special Branch inspector who knew about my conversation with Donnelly.’

‘Who?’

‘Talk to Fealty. He’ll put you in the picture.’

‘I just have.’

Pryce watched Daly closely, clearly enjoying the look that now clouded his features. ‘I’ve another tip-off for you,’ she said. ‘Morgan’s travelling across the border tomorrow to present a fat cheque to a GAA football club at Drumkillen near Aughnacloy. He’s funding a new stadium and training facility. I’m covering it for the local papers. Got any questions you want me to ask him?’

‘You never give up,’ said Daly. ‘Sometimes I think you should have been a police detective instead of a journalist.

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