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Not that she was allowed to talk to me.
Still, I liked that she asked.
“How does she seem this morning?”
Finn frowns. “Uh, fine now, I guess.”
I stop with the lip of my mug at my lips. “Explain.”
“Well, when I went up, Siobhan was in her room, and they seemed to be politely cat fighting. I didn’t hear much, but Laine definitely told her to feck off.”
I chuckle. “Did she, now? See, I knew the woman had good taste.”
“Better than you.”
Fair. “You know the saying. Young, dumb, and full of cum. So, you don’t know what they were fighting about?”
“Nope.”
“All right. Is that it?”
Finn’s frown deepens. “Before we came down, she went into the loo with her bag and when she came out, her skin was blotched and she reminded me of a kettle that’s about to blow.”
Wonderful. I was truly hoping things might look better in the morning. “All right. What about what I asked you about last night?”
He steps inside and closes the door. “Things seem to line up at first glance. Laine O’Neill arrived from Chicago around seven yesterday morning. She had a certificate to transport the remains of her mother that included the death certificate of Katherine Kelly O’Neill. There was a Kate O’Neill born in Brittas Bay fifty-eight years ago. I’ve got school and doctor records for her for fourteen years here, and then nothing.”
“Laine said her grandparents moved to the states when her mam was a teenager.”
“Seems she was telling you the truth.”
“She mentioned wanting to connect with an aunt. Did you find her?”
“I focused on Laine. Do you want me to keep digging?”
I’m torn between wanting to know everything about her, wanting to prove Aiden’s suspicions wrong, and wanting to respect her privacy.
“Aye, given the current climate, I think that would be best. Also, I get the sense that she’s left a man in her rearview mirror. See what you can find out about that, too.”
“You got it.”
“Thanks, Finn.”
He opens the door and swings it wide. “Breakfast, brother. You’ve got to eat, and if you leave your lady-friend too long in the company of the twins, they’ll proposition her with a Quinn sin sandwich.”
They better fucking not.
I sigh, staring at my phone. “I suppose the troubles will still be here waiting for me after a plate of steak and eggs.”
“Aye, they will.”
Sliding my phone into the pocket of my workout pants, I grab my coffee and follow my little brother out of my office and down the hall.
Damn. I’ve missed seeing my brothers on the daily. My loft is private and quiet and has no ghosts to haunt me, but it also doesn’t have my family.
I didn’t feel their absence so keenly until now.
The hutch behind the dining room table is filled with covered serving tureens and my stomach lets off another long rumble—this time, in approval.
