He was also working solo. Fisher sat back in his seat, a smile on his face, satisfied with the reaction he was getting. It could be a piss-take. But I hear she had good questions. If he needed the time to himself, then fine. I can take care of myself. She felt a surge of irritation.
Somewhere they could get a cup of tea to warm their hands, and a bit of friendly banter to lighten their hearts. She was sitting on the bench, dressed, but with her wet hair still wrapped in a towel, when Mary Dooley broke the peace by pushing the door open hard, and entering the room while still calling to someone over her shoulder. She added sugar and milk with an apologetic smile and then felt awkward. What are you doing here on a Sunday? In the crook of her exposed left elbow was a single pin-prick mark and a smear of dried blood. The foster family had gone on to adopt Jack, and it had really seemed that he had every chance of leaving his childhood behind him. And I do not think it unreasonable for the gardai to take the time to carry out what seem to me to be basic investigative steps. Family members are sometimes asked to give evidence, but I doubt that will be necessary in this case.
That would certainly have been enough to put him on the outs. The overt sympathy made her feel claustrophobic. Aisling blinked her way back to the present, and found that Maude was watching her. He grabbed her, raped her, strangled her. Cormac turned from the body and walked in three quick steps to the girl.
His headlights illuminated a drive that was little more than mud and weeds. Wallpaper peeled away from the walls in long strips. There was no appetite for an investigation. She felt it creeping in the gap between her jeans and her top, where her jumper had ridden up. She looked down for a long moment and took another sip from her wine glass, then closed the laptop. He liked to be outside, loved to hike and climb. They walked as quickly as the busy footpaths and heavy traffic would allow - Galway was a city of narrow streets and complicated one-way systems.
He was so precious to her, she wanted to scream out for them to stop, to open up the coffin so that she could hold him, embrace him one last time. It ended up being a late one. For a small country club? He tried to distract the boy. And Liam had done that work for ten years. Not the warmest of greetings, but she stepped aside to invite Aisling into the room.
One side of the street only has a camera at one end, so strictly speaking it is possible that Jack could have entered that end, and that the guy who made the call could have come in and left the same way. She was a research scientist. Then the doctor came and Cormac had to step back as he examined the little boy. This year there was going to be an evening parade. Did he really not recognise her? Aisling picked up the sad little booklet, and felt the last of her energy seep through her feet and into the floor. The room was sparsely furnished, with little more than a double bed and an antique wardrobe. It must have been grand and beautiful once but what struck Cormac was the smell.
Or would you stay, lean over the wall, try to spot them, direct the rescuers? They needed space to think. Thirty years ago, or possibly just yesterday, if someone had taken the box and messed with it before placing it neatly back on a cold-case filing shelf. She knew he had been happy. She could be studying, or better yet, at the hospital. Her concentration had been shot to pieces for the afternoon, and it had been a relief when her shift ended. Every word I said to her about Lorna she threw back at me.
When I brought Jack to school. He had no intention of it. Let me do something about it. But there would be no need for them to call the police if they knew someone else had made the call, would there? There was a shadow behind her blue eyes. To figure out what to do.
When I woke up, he was gone. Half of them would have had late licences too. Higgins and Clarke had a fair idea. Three girls, who looked like they were shivering, walked with arms linked, one of them holding out an arm to hail a taxi as they walked. The Corrib, which ran deep and fast through the centre of the city, emptied into the bay just west of the inlet.