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Chapter 1

Kiernan Whelan

St Patrick’s Day 2019

“Fin, what’s going on?” I ask, co was up, but I just didn’t knohat, nor did I expect this

“Is there a don?” Finola asks She’s ed I’ll adic, but I like the idea that so like that could happen I don’t know her well, but I can tell she’s about to laugh Then I gauge the entire situation There are two officers here It’s clear she and Molly, a girl I’ve known for less than a week, are getting arrested I know the guy, Sean He was froes over The female officer, on the other hand, I’ve never met, and she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen

“What?” I ask Unabashedly, I stare at the woe tells me Her brown hair is braided and worn behind her She’s tall, like me, but has a quiet reservation about her Sheto Killaloe every summer since I was a wee babe, and I definitely would have remembered her I was the Spare Whelan, the one who didn’t quite belong anywhere as a child, but I’ve found my place now

“I don’t know When people get arrested at ho

“Not really,” I say, chuckling There is a Garda station nearby, though”

“That’s where I’ then”

“I’ll tell Corht now”

That was interesting, but I’m more interested in the lady cop She spoke to ain, but I can’t leave the pub unattended As soon as I found Cormac, he was out the door I patiently waited for all the party-going patrons to get the feck out, and then I start cleaning the kitchen I ao kind of chef, so I don’t have ood cleaning I also need to mop the floors I sent the runners and ht They were exhausted, and I don’t blao, I thought I’d get a job at a local restaurant, but then Finola and Coret to design the menu from scratch, and I’ve alanted to do that When I worked in Dublin, I was a line cook and didn’t have any say in as served; also,here was the right choice

Later that night, though, I guess it’s technicallythe kitchen when I hear the bell chi since gone to bed, leaving the bar to clean up in the ht those two said they locked up; they h As I come out of the kitchen, I a there, still in her uniform

“Is it too late for a pint?” she asks, wringing her hands