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“And nobody ever bought the place?”
“Folks out here have a healthy respect for the spirit world.”
“So, people think the house is haunted.”
“Aye. And the forest.”
“This detective, Darby’s uncle, do you know where I could reach him?”
“He’s a very old man now. Went looney a few years back and has been hospitalized ever since. Probably on death’s doorstep by now. Doubt you’ll get much out of him at this point.”
“I have to try. Do you think I could borrow your phone? Perhaps if I call the hospital—”
“Haven’t ya heard, love? Mobile network’s down in Dublin. No calls in or out.”
“But the trains are still running?”
“For now. Volunteers from the union are keepin’ it runnin’ so folks can evacuate, but it’s just a matter of time until the Russians shut that down too.”
“And you wouldn’t happen to know the name of this hospital, would ya?”
“Oh, darlin’. If you’re thinkin’ about going anywhere near Dublin, you’d better think again. The whole city’s a war zone now. Look, I don’t know what kind of … attachment ya had to Miss Darby, but findin’ out who killed her isn’t worth riskin’ yer life.”
“Respectfully, Ms. Nora”—I swallowed—“I think that it is.”
CHAPTER 37
DAMIEN
Dear Damien,
I’ll probably be back before you wake up, but if not, I went to the church to see if Father Sullivan knows anything. Be home soon.
I went to Dublin to find Darby’s uncle. He knows who killed us, but he won’t live much longer, so I have to speak to him before we leave for America.
I’m so sorry.
I know you don’t believe me, or maybe you just don’t want to, but we’re here for a reason, Damien. I can feel it. We’re supposed to set things right, and I can’t do that until I find out what happened.
Please don’t worry. I’ll be back tonight with answers, and then we can decide what to do next. Together.
I promise.
Love,
Clover
P.S. There’s food on the counter from the neighbor.
The decades-old paper practically turned to dust in my fist …
Just before I punched that fist through the closest fucking wall.
The room spun.
My head spun.
And bile seared the back of my throat as I stumbled outside and dry-heaved from the depths of my miserable guts.
