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a boozy night in a pub but there wasn’t enough evidence to charge him.”
    “So he’s a nasty wee bastard then. Was there any doubt that he was involved in his father’s death?”
    “Doubting Mark did it?”
    “He admitted it but I’m wondering if he’s covering for Seth. He just doesn’t seem the type to stab someone to death. Buffoon’s the word that springs to mind when I think of Mark.”
    “You know as well as I do that absolutely anyone is capable of anything when pushed too far.”
    “True. Speak to the officers involved in the Bryan Flynn case, if they’re still around, it was nearly twenty years ago. I’d like to get their thoughts and feelings on the case, not just what was in the case file. I want you on this full time Cass. Leave everything else to Christian and Ross.”
    “Will do. I’m looking forward to it, the Creegans are interesting in an Addams family sort of way.”
    “You’re a ghoul.”
    “It helps in our line of work. How are you liking your luxury hotel?”
    “It’s shite thanks, apart from the shower. Now I’m going to find a café and stuff my face with real food.”
    Cass’s laugh was deep and dirty and he was treated to the full force of it, making him grin.
    “Stop being naughty and get on with your job, that’s what I’m paying you for,” he said.
    “Nose to the grindstone Boss.”
    He smiled again. She had that effect on him.
    This time they hung up on each other, Brodie’s demanding stomach growling.
    “Alright, alright, I’m going,” he said, addressing his navel. Realising what he was doing he shook his head. “Jeezo, I’m losing it.”
     
    Brodie found real food at a café two streets away, the full breakfast comprised of fried bread, tomatoes, a huge heap of beans, bacon, three sausages and potato scones. Plus the staff were actually friendly.
    He was in the middle of demolishing the lot when ringing filled the air. Refusing to relinquish his grip on the fork he struggled to pull the phone out of his jacket pocket with one hand.
    “What?” he mumbled through a mouthful of food.
    “Brodie?”
    “Yeah?”
    “It’s Sarah Creegan.” Her voice was quiet and doubtful, as though she thought he wouldn’t remember her.
    “Oh aye. Hello Sarah.” He paused to cough as a piece of fried bread took its time sliding down his throat. “What can I do for you?”
    “Can you come to the house right now?”
    Her voice had dropped to a whisper and he had to strain to hear her over the background noise of the café. “Something wrong?”
    “The Creegans are here, all three of them.”
    “Maggie, Seth and Lauren?” he said, suddenly enthusiastic.
    “Yes. Please hurry.”
    “On my way.”
    Sarah hung up first and he stared at the phone. What was it with women hanging up on him? He sighed and gazed regretfully at his breakfast, not wanting to leave it but the prospect of meeting all three Creegans at once was too tempting. He got to his feet and threw down enough money on the table to cover his breakfast and leave the waitress a healthy tip.
    “Is everything okay?” said a concerned waitress, a pretty pert thing with glossy dark hair and huge false eyelashes.
    “Fine hen but something’s come up, got to run.” He gave her a wink. “You’ll see me again soon.”
    She blushed and smiled up at him. “I hope so.”
    He took a second to admire her wiggle as she bustled off to attend to another customer before exiting. As he hurried to his car it occurred to him that the waitress couldn’t have been more than twenty. He was forty four. Was she too young for him? Jesus, what an indication of age that was when someone in their twenties was too young for you. Anyway, he wasn’t sure he’d like to tackle those eyelashes, they’d looked lethal.
    “Old fart,” he muttered to himself, starting the engine, which spluttered and protested. Thoughts of middle age were banished by the prospect of meeting the rest of the Creegans. He called Cass on the hands-free kit