O’Callaghan tossed and turned in his bed unable to sleep. He always had the odd night like this since his paralysis. He just wasn’t able to get comfortable. He tried to console himself by at least recognizing the extra time it gave him to think.
And there was so much to think about as he lay in his bed staring at the ceiling. On his return to Dublin, he put Mel Linn, one of his best detectives on the case. She was to find out who killed Ray McMahon and why? Of course, he told her of his concerns, that perhaps the Ahern fella had something to do with it. He just wasn’t giving off a good vibe.
Mel Linn had looked at him with incredulity. You think that the guy in the wheelchair bumped off his PA so that he could get a prettier one?
Nevertheless, she got straight on to it with her usual zeal. It only took a few days before she provided her first written update. O’Callaghan had read it a few hours earlier. Mr. Ahern’s new assistant was called Janina. The Centre for Independent Living, her new employers were of great assistance to Mel Linn. Janina is twenty-five years old and from Lithuania. She moved to Ireland just over six months ago. No prior experience in the area but was able to step in when Mr. Ahern had recruitment problems after the murder. She has no criminal record.
“I think you’ve got this one wrong,” Mel Linn had said matter of fact as she handed him the report, “I spoke to her. She didn’t even know Mr. Ahern before the murder and quite frankly, seemed quite amused by the line of questioning. Sir, just because you think she is beautiful doesn’t necessarily mean anything untoward is going on.”
O’Callaghan had perhaps been mistaken. Now everybody who knew this Ray McMahon was to be questioned. What darkness was there in his life?
The next day O’Callaghan would take a different tact. He was in the process of getting permission of the court to view the bank records of the victim. Perhaps, that would throw up something.
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