Page 51 of Fatal Thrill
“I secondthat.”
Colton’s surprised face swung his direction. “Youdo?”
“My life has turned completely upside down and I don’t have a single flippin’ clue where Jaya’s brother is yet. The kid is running out of time, and I promised her I’d find him. Instead, I’m standing out here, freezing my balls off while Charlotte goes in and asks questions, and Miles helps himself to apint.”
Colton huffed in agreement and crossed his arms over his chest. “Life is fuckingunfair.”
Jon’s phone buzzed. Beatrice. “Yo, tell me you have a lead on that text or the video or Sir Ref’s Inquisition and ExpeditionServices.”
Beatrice’s voice sounded tired and it wasn’t even quitting time back in DC. “Rory was able to get the phone records for Sean andFinn.”
“And?”Give me some goodnews.
“There was a number that Sean called multiple times while in Ireland, and also a dozen times before that. The calls stopped two days ago. We believe the number is Mathew Fitzpatrick’s cell phone and we’ve put in a request for Interpol to work with us to verify that. Once they do, we can eliminate that number. But that’s the only one he called in that area. And no other international calls were made on thatphone.”
That wasn’t much to go on when it came to finding Finn. Jon’s current boots-on-the-ground approach was still going to net more. But not if he ran into jurisdiction issues. “Are Interpol and the Garda going to give us a bunch of grief or tie our hands on thisinvestigation?”
“I’m working on that. Zeb has a friend inside Interpol. She’s trying to get us access to the full jacket on Sean and help us navigate the delicacies involved in working the case in conjunction with theofficials.”
“Somehow I have the feeling that’s a lot of words to say I’mscrewed.”
“You’re not screwed. I’m handling it from this end, but you may have anothervisitor.”
“Who?”
“I believe it would be beneficial for me to send Zeb over to handle Ms. MacIntosh in person. They have a…congenialrelationship.”
Jon didn’t like the images that conjured, so he cleared his mental cache and went back to theproblem.
“As soon as we can trace Sean’s phone contacts and see who else he was calling, I’ll let youknow.”
“Thanks. We’re heading to the O’Sullivan castlenext.”
A slap of a door shutting behind him made him turn. Mrs. Doyle was on the porch, waving a hand at him. “You boyslost?”
“Gotta go,” Jon said to Beatrice. “Thanks for paying O’Sullivan’s tab at the B&B and getting the other information for us. I’ll betouch.”
They disconnected as Mrs. Doyle came down the steps, wrapping her sweater tighter around her. Colton shot Jon an uncomfortable look and gave the woman a tight smile. He pointed at the pub. “No ma’am, we’re not lost. Just considering our options for theevening.”
“I’m sure no good will come from that.” Doyle smiled. “Did you find Blackrock and Mr.Ferris?”
No sense going down that road since he couldn’t share what—or who—they’d discovered there. The town gossip would know soon enough anyway. Best to change the subject. “Did you receive reimbursement from my friend for O’Sullivan’srooms?”
Her smile brightened. “I did, and I thank ye. That’s why I came out. I saw you standing here and thought I should express my appreciation. You two ever need anything, you just ask, yehear?”
At that moment, Miles and Charlotte emerged from the pub, Charlotte grinning and Miles looking like he didn’t get to finish his pint. “A fine evening to ye!” Charlotte stuck her hand out to Lorna, who returned the greeting and looked atJon.
“A friend ofyours?”
“Unfortunately, yes,” Coltongrumbled.
Charlotte smacked him on the arm. “I’m Carylln, and who might yoube?”
“Lorna Doyle. I run the inn. You sound like you’ve been in these parts before,Carylln.”
“I have family up north.” The two women went on for a moment, Charlotte throwing out names and places and sounding like a good Irish lass, indeed. “Say, you must know everyone around here, Ibet.”
Lorna lifted her chin. “I know most, yes Ido.”
