Chapter 19

Ronan’s goats were scattered about, making the most of the beautiful day and plentiful grasses and he waved to them as he passed. “Hey girls. How’s the grass today?” The only one to show any response was a soft brown goat that moved so quickly away from him that he assumed it must be the one he’d tried to use to crush Black Francis. He’d have to figure out what goats like as treats and try to get her some.

Just after scrambling over the wall near Ronan’s house, Felix caught a snippet of conversation between the two Malloy men.

“I’m just sayin’ it’s a mighty spot convenient,” Lorcan said. “Some random American shows up so near to where that dreadful Graves woman lives an’ they don’t know each other?”

“America’s a big place, Grandad,” Ronan said.

“Yeah, that may be so. But western Ireland is not. I think he’s parta’ her plan.”

“Felix isn’t like that.”