more. It was also obvious that the heating had been turned off in the apartment, otherwise the discovery would have been far more unpleasant.
What bothered her was the ease of identification. The killer hadnât bothered to hide his victimâs name. It had been an arrogant move, leaving the wallet so prominently displayed. He clearly didnât want, or didnât feel he needed to buy himself time. He was either stupid, or confident. That was a far more worrying prospect.
A photograph peeped out from behind one of the ID cards and, turning the bag around in her hand, Claire could see it was a picture of a baby girl. She wasnât a particularly pretty child. Her cheeks were red and there was an unmistakable glisten under the right nostril, but someone adored her. Someone,presumably Miriam Twohy herself, loved her enough to take this picture, cut it to size, insert it in a wallet and carry it around with her. Miriam had loved this baby. And now Miriam was dead.
She was about to hand the bag back to the pathologist when she noticed another piece of paper, lighter and flimsier than the rest. She walked over to the bedroom window and held the bag up to the light. The item was a receipt, one of the old-fashioned ones, printed on what looked almost like newspaper. There were no details of the items purchased, just a date, a time and then a line of figures written in lilac. She looked closer.
â¬4.50
â¬3.95
â¬1.80
Another line showed that twenty euro had been handed over, and change received. Claire exhaled. That might give them something. The date, as far as she could remember, was the day Miriam Twohy had disappeared. It wasnât much. But it was something for them to follow.
She walked back to the head of the bed and finally allowed her gaze to fall fully onto the womanâs face. Long dark hair, a slightly beaky nose. God love you. Her eyelids were closed. That at least was a mercy.
âWeâll be removing her shortly.â
âGrand.â
Claire gave Helen Sheehy a half grimace, an acknowledgement of the difficult task that lay ahead. It was time for her toleave. Quigley would want an update as soon as possible. But as she reached the bedroom door she paused, and turned towards the body again. Who did this to you? And, almost by instinct, another prayer. Dear Jesus, let me find him.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
IâM BAAAACK
FarmersWife
Hey girls any craic? Am delighted to announced that DS3 was born hale and hearty lastly night! Was afraid I wouldnât be able to get online, tâinternet is playing up in the Bogtropolis but Iâm hanging out the window of the hospital trying to get a signal *LOL*.
CaraMia
Hey there CONGRATS!!! Another little boy! How wonderful. Hope ye are all doing well xx
MeredithGrey
Hey girl congrats with that! Thatâs a lot of little farmers you are producing! No news here, we missed you. Hope it all went well? Did you go on your own in the end ⦠I think the docs were talking about inducing you?
FarmersWife
Ah thanks girls, good to be back. No Meredith, they letme go ten days over and I was begging them for induction at that stage. My babies just donât know when to check out of Hotel Mama *lol*. Got a couple of doses of the gel and once my best friend the epi kicked in it was fine. DH nearly didnât make it, it all happened fairly quick in the end and he was faffing around trying to get the other two sorted and get someone to look after the cows. I nearly told him not to bother in the end *lol* he was so stressedBut all is well now and the wee man is a dote even though I say so myself. BFing but trying to get him to take a bottle as well so Daddy will be on night duty as soon as we get home. Well heâs a dairy farmer itâs his speciality *lol*.
MyBabba
Congrats on the new baby
MammyNo1
Ahhh, great news *hugs*
LondonMum
Hey, thatâs great news. It will be busy with three of them ⦠fair play to you, I find
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