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Through the Fog (Chapter 48)
It’ll make more sense if you start with Chapter 1. Siobhan’s room was on the ground floor; not directly below Rob’s, but close enough that wireless connections for video worked between them. She...
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Through the Fog (Chapter 49)
It’ll make more sense if you start with Chapter 1. “Tonight?” “Hey, you were surprised to see the map there still, right? You think he’s gonna leave it there forever? No, we advance his timeline with...
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Through the Fog (Chapter 50)
It’ll make more sense if you start with Chapter 1. As we slipped down the stairs, I could barely hear the three behind me; Max and his big friends. When we got to street level it was black. Out front...
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Through the Fog (Chapter 51)
It’ll make more sense if you start with Chapter 1. I looked at what I could see of the glorious old building; the triple nave above us, the square stone columns, arches everywhere. I wanted to take a...
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Through the Fog (Chapter 52)
It’ll make more sense if you start with Chapter 1. When the blow came I wasn’t the only one surprised. Niall’s fist hit the side of Feany III’s neck with a sound like a handful of meatloaf you threw...
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Through the Fog (Chapter 53)
It’ll make more sense if you start with Chapter 1. By the time Max and Mossie and friends arrived, Siobhan had filled in enough of the gaps to make most of it make some sense. Patrick, Feany the...
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My Editor Makin’ My Book Better
You’ll want to sing that title to the tune of, um, something that fits. I don’t know what. I just know it’s better if you sing it. My editor, Tom Bentley, doesn’t just nudge my words into place. Line...
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That Buxom Blonde Phil Was Looking For
An excerpt from A Long, Hard Look. Watch for the second Phil Brennan mystery, A Still, Small Voice, this summer. My front door does not have an annoying habit of failing to stay latched. It latches...
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The hammering felt like a hangover
The hammering felt like a hangover. Since I hadn’t had a drink in years, it wasn’t a hangover. It wouldn’t stop, though. There was yelling. And a scraping noise. When my eyes had the strength to open,...
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It’s not courage when you’re not afraid
“It’s not courage when you’re not afraid. Courage is when you’re afraid, and you do it anyway.” Millie turned enough to touch Darcy’s face with the back of her hand. “I know, dear. I don’t think you’re...
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Through the Fog (Chapter 33)
It’ll make more sense if you start with Chapter 1. “Let’s see . . . ” ruffling through a sheaf of loose papers, neatly numbered in the upper right corner. “Ah, here we go.” He scanned each page,...
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Through the Fog (Chapter 34)
It’ll make more sense if you start with Chapter 1. James looked puzzled. “Jameson’s shouldn’t be murky like that. Let me get you another glass.” Niall grabbed his hand. Niall had O’Quinn’s voice; it...
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Through the Fog (Chapter 35)
It’ll make more sense if you start with Chapter 1. They stopped, like people do when they’re talking about you and you suddenly pop into the room. Rob and Mossie looked at me, their expressions...
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Through the Fog (Chapter 36)
It’ll make more sense if you start with Chapter 1. She waved me into silence; I guess it was a rhetorical question. As we made our way through town to Roxborough Road and the N21, she brought me up to...
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Through the Fog (Chapter 37)
It’ll make more sense if you start with Chapter 1. It was nearing dark when we returned to the little island where I’d first met O’Quinn. We meandered a bit farther than I had with the cousins that...
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Through the Fog (Chapter 38)
It’ll make more sense if you start with Chapter 1. Siobhan was silent for the rest of the half-mile down to the Ring Lyne Pub in Chapeltown. But, once again, it was the comfortable silence we’d found...
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Through the Fog (Chapter 39)
It’ll make more sense if you start with Chapter 1. At Killorglin we continued on the N70 as I expected; it’s also where the N72 splits off and follows the River Laune down to Killarney, through some...
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Through the Fog (Chapter 40)
It’ll make more sense if you start with Chapter 1. It’s 85 miles by air from Farranfore to Galway. I assumed Galway, since we headed nearly due north. After a quarter of an hour I could see the few...
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Through the Fog (Chapter 41)
It’ll make more sense if you start with Chapter 1. It was a good one; really it was. At first glance, I’d thought it was genuine, but there was something wrong with the language in the paragraph...
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Through the Fog (Chapter 42)
It’ll make more sense if you start with Chapter 1. Once we were outside the church again and all was securely locked, Dubin muttered something to Feany who walked off southwest down Market, away from...
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Through the Fog (Chapter 43)
It’ll make more sense if you start with Chapter 1. “I apologize that I can’t provide appropriate sleepwear, nor indeed anything for the morrow, but at the top of the stairs you’ll find a room where...
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Through the Fog (Chapter 44)
It’ll make more sense if you start with Chapter 1. I spent some time wondering how much of this Dubin knew. Was he connected to the publishing house somehow; is that why we were here? Happy...
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Through the Fog (Chapter 45)
It’ll make more sense if you start with Chapter 1. I seemed to have an unerring ability to miss Lochlainn at the office. Lisa was always most apologetic about his occasionally erratic schedule. Not...
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Through the Fog (Chapter 46)
It’ll make more sense if you start with Chapter 1. We walked across the gravel of the carport, then across an unkempt grassy area and down concrete steps to a rocky beach. There, over the sound of the...
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Through the Fog (Chapter 47)
It’ll make more sense if you start with Chapter 1. The chap behind the bar, whose name should have popped into my head but didn’t, gave me a nod between the heads of hair at the bar. I held up one...
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