the least.’
‘What else was Brandon interested in, besides football?’
‘The usual, hanging with guys, watching sports, movies. He never read books or anything, his grades were average. His talents lay in the more physical aspects of things.’
‘So he didn’t gamble or drink excessively?’
‘No!’ Clyde White snapped. ‘My son was a gentleman through and through.’
‘I only asked as I’m trying to ascertain a motive for his murder. I didn’t know your son, but from what I can gather from the people of Avalon he was a great man.’
‘The greatest.’
‘So it must have been one hell of a shock when Brandy murdered him.’
‘Truly shocking,’ Clyde agreed, but something in his eyes gave him away. Was it regret, sadness? Aiden could not tell so he tried to push him further.
‘Do you have any idea what may have driven her to do it?’
‘None at all. Isn’t it your job to find out why she did it? She is probably as crazy as her jacked-up mother. It wouldn’t surprise me if she had been high as a kite for years.’
‘Well, I sincerely hope to get to the bottom of it all.’
‘As long as that little witch pays for what she has done.’ Clyde’s voice shook with emotion, his eyes narrowed in spite.
‘Do you know if Brandy had any friends in town, anyone I could talk to?’
Clyde shook his head.
‘That girl was all about Brandon. Once they got married she stopped working and just stayed home. She was always at church though, seemed quite friendly with Father West, but then he was the one who had sent her mother away.’ Clyde glanced at his watch and seemed anxious.
‘I am very sorry, Mr. Connelly, but I have got work to attend to.’
‘Well, thank you very much for your time.’ Both men rose to their feet and shook hands.
‘If I can be of any further help, do not hesitate to call.’ Clyde handed him a business card.
‘I will.’ Aiden had one hand on the door handle and was about to leave when Clyde called him back.
‘One more thing. This Wednesday, it is a big game for the Avalon Angels. You should really try and come. That team meant everything to Brandon, thought you might want to check it out.’
‘Yes, I will, always been a big football fan anyway.’
‘Oh yeah, who is your team?’
‘Chicago Bears.’
‘Awww no, Dallas Cowboys all the way. I never miss a game!’ Clyde smiled and waved goodbye.
Outside and back in the heat Aiden felt no closer to finding the truth; if anything he felt that he was edging further away from it. He needed to talk to Brandy again as soon as possible.
Betty was sat at her desk, two fans billowing air at her, her normally immaculate hair dishevelled and soaked with sweat.
‘Too hot for you, Betty?’
‘Oh, I have always struggled with the heat. Ever since I was a girl. And these damn fans do nothing, they just circulate warm air! Edmond has said that I can leave as soon as all the admin for today is sorted. I honestly don’t know why he doesn’t just get air conditioning like everybody else!’ Her cheeks were flushed and she seemed extremely agitated. Aiden decided against asking her for a coffee.
In the main office Edmond was looking equally flustered in the heat. There were fans on in the room but none were directed at him as they would cause havoc on the mounds of paperwork scattered around. He was sweating profusely as he typed away on his keyboard.
‘Aiden, my boy, how are you holding up in this weather? It is not normally this hot in Avalon!’
Aiden undid the top few buttons of his shirt but that offered little comfort from the stifling heat. The air outside was so still, there wasn’t even the slightest breeze. It was unbearable.
‘All this mounting heat is no good,’ Edmond moaned. ‘There will be one hell of a storm soon, that’s for sure.’ The air in Avalon was indeed electric; you didn’t need to be a weatherman to know that some turbulent weather was heading their way.
‘Hope it comes before
‘What else was Brandon interested in, besides football?’
‘The usual, hanging with guys, watching sports, movies. He never read books or anything, his grades were average. His talents lay in the more physical aspects of things.’
‘So he didn’t gamble or drink excessively?’
‘No!’ Clyde White snapped. ‘My son was a gentleman through and through.’
‘I only asked as I’m trying to ascertain a motive for his murder. I didn’t know your son, but from what I can gather from the people of Avalon he was a great man.’
‘The greatest.’
‘So it must have been one hell of a shock when Brandy murdered him.’
‘Truly shocking,’ Clyde agreed, but something in his eyes gave him away. Was it regret, sadness? Aiden could not tell so he tried to push him further.
‘Do you have any idea what may have driven her to do it?’
‘None at all. Isn’t it your job to find out why she did it? She is probably as crazy as her jacked-up mother. It wouldn’t surprise me if she had been high as a kite for years.’
‘Well, I sincerely hope to get to the bottom of it all.’
‘As long as that little witch pays for what she has done.’ Clyde’s voice shook with emotion, his eyes narrowed in spite.
‘Do you know if Brandy had any friends in town, anyone I could talk to?’
Clyde shook his head.
‘That girl was all about Brandon. Once they got married she stopped working and just stayed home. She was always at church though, seemed quite friendly with Father West, but then he was the one who had sent her mother away.’ Clyde glanced at his watch and seemed anxious.
‘I am very sorry, Mr. Connelly, but I have got work to attend to.’
‘Well, thank you very much for your time.’ Both men rose to their feet and shook hands.
‘If I can be of any further help, do not hesitate to call.’ Clyde handed him a business card.
‘I will.’ Aiden had one hand on the door handle and was about to leave when Clyde called him back.
‘One more thing. This Wednesday, it is a big game for the Avalon Angels. You should really try and come. That team meant everything to Brandon, thought you might want to check it out.’
‘Yes, I will, always been a big football fan anyway.’
‘Oh yeah, who is your team?’
‘Chicago Bears.’
‘Awww no, Dallas Cowboys all the way. I never miss a game!’ Clyde smiled and waved goodbye.
Outside and back in the heat Aiden felt no closer to finding the truth; if anything he felt that he was edging further away from it. He needed to talk to Brandy again as soon as possible.
Betty was sat at her desk, two fans billowing air at her, her normally immaculate hair dishevelled and soaked with sweat.
‘Too hot for you, Betty?’
‘Oh, I have always struggled with the heat. Ever since I was a girl. And these damn fans do nothing, they just circulate warm air! Edmond has said that I can leave as soon as all the admin for today is sorted. I honestly don’t know why he doesn’t just get air conditioning like everybody else!’ Her cheeks were flushed and she seemed extremely agitated. Aiden decided against asking her for a coffee.
In the main office Edmond was looking equally flustered in the heat. There were fans on in the room but none were directed at him as they would cause havoc on the mounds of paperwork scattered around. He was sweating profusely as he typed away on his keyboard.
‘Aiden, my boy, how are you holding up in this weather? It is not normally this hot in Avalon!’
Aiden undid the top few buttons of his shirt but that offered little comfort from the stifling heat. The air outside was so still, there wasn’t even the slightest breeze. It was unbearable.
‘All this mounting heat is no good,’ Edmond moaned. ‘There will be one hell of a storm soon, that’s for sure.’ The air in Avalon was indeed electric; you didn’t need to be a weatherman to know that some turbulent weather was heading their way.
‘Hope it comes before
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