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The Galway Homicides Box Set by David Pearson

The Galway Homicides Box Set by David Pearson

Author:David Pearson [Pearson, David]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: THE BOOK FOLKS mystery and thriller publisher
Published: 2019-10-10T22:00:00+00:00


Chapter Twenty-one

The team had all arrived by nine o’clock on Wednesday, so Hays decided to have their briefing without delay. It was a miserable day in the city, with incessant heavy rain lashing the streets and thick grey clouds overhead. The team seemed to be as glum as the weather as Hays outlined the trip to Cork and their meeting with Paddy O’Shaughnessy’s nephew.

“So, where does all that leave us?” Eamon Flynn asked.

“Well, we know O’Shaughnessy hasn’t been completely open with us. He said nothing about his call to Boston, and even feigned surprise that Paddy had Coca Cola shares, which he already knew. It may be innocent enough, but it needs to be checked out.”

“John, can you get those two tie wraps over to forensics? I’d like to see if they are the same brand that we found on Paddy,” Lyons said, holding them up in a clear evidence bag.

“And, Sally, I’d like you to do a deep dig into ITOS. I want as much detail as you can find. Accounts, press releases, client lists – everything. Who owns it, how solvent it is – the whole deal. And while you’re at it, have a good snoop around on one Jerome Kelly, QFA that was – he’s a bit tricky for my liking, and he wasn’t entirely honest with us when we called on him. Can you do that?”

“Yes, sure, Sergeant. I’d love to. But it will take me most of the day. Is that OK?”

“Of course, Sally, however long it takes. Just make it thorough.”

The team spent the rest of the day getting the case file into proper order, updating the computers with as much information as they could find, but for some reason the day dragged terribly. When the clock finally crawled round to five, Hays told them all to go home. On his way out, he stopped at the front desk and asked Sergeant Flannery if Kelly had left an envelope in for him.

“Sorry, Inspector, nothing, and I’ve been here all day,” the sergeant said with a weary sigh.

“Damn!”

* * *

Maureen Lyons got home to her apartment down by the river Corrib at ten to six. She had stopped off along the way to buy a few ready meals, and when she had changed out of her work clothes into jeans and a T-shirt, she popped a chicken curry in the microwave to heat up. When the cooker pinged, Maureen poured herself a generous glass of red wine, and settled in front of the telly with her feet up to watch the news.

When she had finished the meal, she moved over to the table in her small lounge and logged onto her laptop computer. She opened her email which had half a dozen spam mails from various shops that she had enrolled with, and another one from an obscure address with just a single word in the subject line – O’Shaughnessy.

Curious, she opened it.

GIVE UP THE O’SHAUGHNESSY CASE. HE DIED OF OLD AGE. LEAVE IT OR YOU WILL BE SORRY.



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