Well readers, I do hope you are all having a good weekend. I’ve spent it watching the very successful Irish rugby teams and working on my novel.
On a high note my blog has now almost reached five hundred views, which isn’t too bad I suppose. Be great if it was five hundred every week lol
For those with Netflix I strongly recommend watching “The Highwaymen”. It was the best film I’ve seen in quite some time and tells the story of former and now quite old Texas Rangers that are sent on the hunt for Bonnie and Clyde.
I love crime dramas and films set in the 1920s and 30s. There is something so romantic about that time period just before technology really took off.
Now for the end of the short story. Remember to look at previous posts if you wish to read from the start.
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The last thing Garda Niall Griffith had expected first thing in the morning was a call from Detective O’Callaghan. Once he heard his voice, a small shudder went through his body.
“Meet me at the house in a half hour to carry out out an arrest.”
He tried to interject but the line went dead. He thought to himself that this was to be another wasted morning. There was just no way it was the husband that did it and he hated the thought of bothering him once more. But O’Callaghan was the Detective and he had little choice but to do as he was told.
So into the Garda car and off he went. He was surprised to find O’Callaghan waiting outside for him in his wheelchair.
“Is he here?” asked Niall.
“He who? What are you on about?” said O’Callaghan before reaching up from the chair to reach the buzzer.
After a minute, the Filipina nanny opened the door looking somewhat shocked.
“He’s not here. It’s just me and the baby, whose asleep.
“Probably best you ring him straightaway. I have some questions for you,” O’Callaghan replied tersely.
She immediately phoned him to tell him to come back from work before they all went into the sitting room, closing the door so as not to waken the baby.
O’Callaghan got straight to the point.
“Mary, I know your name from the files. I do have to him admit this case had me flummoxed for quite some some time. This was a brutal, impulsive crime of passion. But when that which appears to be most obvious is ruled out, whatever is left no matter how improbable must be the truth.
That’s what turned my attention to you. Unlike Garda Griffith here, I have all the time in the world to look into things, so I did. I found your photo on a dating website, from at least a year or two ago. You didn’t mind if it was a man or a woman. Then I found out from your neighbour that you were not at home as claimed on the day in question. You were lovers weren’t you.
But something went wrong and you couldn’t take it”
Mary sat down on the couch and began to cry.
“I loved her, I really did. She promised to leave that fool but what you call reneged that day. She turned her back and I just grabbed the closest object and began to hit. She told me I was the love of her life, I couldn’t stop.”
With that Garda Griffith slowly walked over and put the cuffs on her before leading her away; leaving O’Callaghan to explain things to the husband when he arrived.
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