Chapter 4

Lisdoonvarna was a much larger town than Doolin, but it didn’t look any more familiar to Felix. Ronan stopped the truck outside another pub at the edge of town but quickly came back out. “No luck,” he said. “But that wasn’t where we’re headed anyway.”

They threaded their way through the town. The streets were not much wider, but buildings, cars, and people crowded into the roadway instead of hedgerows and stone walls. Ronan pulled the truck into an alley between blocks of businesses and barely had enough room to open his door wide enough to squeeze out. “I’ll be a minute. You two sit tight. Ya need anythin’? Food? Drink?”

The thought of either turned Felix’s stomach and he shook his head. After Ronan went through the back door of what Felix assumed was another pub, he settled against the door and closed his eyes. His head was pounding and he’d gone from feeling anxious to feeling exhausted.