I Hear The Sirens In The Street (2013) - Plot & Excerpts
I wanted to talk to Mrs McAlpine alone and to follow up with Sir Harry alone. Tony was too much of an equal. It required weight to deal with him and I needed the emotional space to think. I walked to the farmhouse again and tried the door. She’d locked it. What country person locks their door? “Maybe one who’s just had her husband gunned down by strangers,” I said to myself. Cora barked at me. The rooster gave me the eye. I looked at the horse tied up across the fields and I looked at the track up to the manor. The latter was less muddy than the former. “The big house first, I think,” I said. The slope was on a one in seven gradient that was a little taxing and I had to catch my breath at the top of it when I reached the stone wall around the house and the estate. There was an old lodge that had been boarded up but no actual gate itself. There were assorted farm buildings along the wall and a short drive to the house lined with palm trees. Coconut palms, by the look of them, always an odd sight in Ireland but not uncommon: sailors had been bringing them back in pots for centuries.
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