One Night Only (76 page)

“N
o
idea,
”
sai
d
T
ess
.
“An
d
w
e
hav
e
n
o
ide
a
wh
o
Kitty
O’Conno
r
i
s
bu
t
we’r
e
al
l
gla
d
sh
e
i
s
aliv
e
an
d
wel
l
and no
t
a
t
th
e
botto
m
o
f
th
e
rive
r
.
Com
e
on
,
girls
.
Let
’
s
look elsewhere.
”

Th
e
ol
d
coupl
e
i
n
th
e
sho
p
looke
d
ver
y
disappointed tha
t
thei
r
detectiv
e
wor
k
wa
s
ove
r
alread
y
.

“I
f
yo
u
nee
d
t
o
phon
e
th
e
Garda
í
jus
t
com
e
bac
k
here an
d
yo
u
ca
n
us
e
ou
r
phone,
”
sai
d
th
e
ol
d
gu
y
a
s
th
e
girls
scurrie
d
ou
t
throug
h
th
e
doo
r
.

“Thanks!
”
sai
d
Poll
y
wh
o
wa
s
las
t
out
.
“Thank
s
for al
l
you
r
help.
”

“A
h
bles
s
him,
”
sai
d
T
es
s
whe
n
the
y
go
t
ou
t
ont
o
the
street
.
“Offerin
g
fo
r
u
s
t
o
us
e
hi
s
we
e
phone
.
The
y
mustn
’
t
hav
e
mobile
s
roun
d
her
e
yet.
”

Rut
h
le
t
ou
t
a
guffa
w
.

“Wh
o
ar
e
w
e
t
o
sla
g
hi
m
off
,
though?
”
sh
e
said
.
“
W
e
hadn
’
t
eve
n
th
e
brain
s
t
o
swa
p
number
s
t
o
preven
t
this happening
.
No
w
we’r
e
runnin
g
aroun
d
lik
e
headless
chickens
.
O
h
wher
e
o
n
thi
s
eart
h
wil
l
w
e
loo
k
next
?
And don
’
t
sa
y
th
e
rive
r
o
r
I’l
l
vomi
t
m
y
win
e
up!
”

“
W
ell
,
i
t
wa
s
goo
d
enoug
h
fo
r
Kitt
y
O’Conno
r
to
escap
e
to
,
s
o
who
’
s
t
o
sa
y
it
’
s
no
t
wher
e
ou
r
Gin
a
is
now?
”

“
I
thin
k
I’
m
goin
g
t
o
cr
y
,
”
sai
d
Poll
y
.

“
Y
o
u
don
’
t
hav
e
tim
e
t
o
cr
y
,
”
sai
d
T
ess
.
“No
w
,
come
on.
”

Gin
a
reache
d
ove
r
an
d
touche
d
Marco
’
s
earlobe
.
H
e
had
ver
y
nic
e
earlobes
.
I
n
fact
,
everythin
g
abou
t
Marc
o
was
simpl
y
deliciou
s
an
d
bein
g
wit
h
hi
m
mad
e
Gin
a
fee
l
very
deliciou
s
too
.

Sh
e
coul
d
hea
r
ligh
t
nois
e
fro
m
th
e
stree
t
belo
w
–
cars passin
g
an
d
peopl
e
chattin
g
–
bu
t
i
t
wa
s
al
l
a
t
a
leve
l
that wa
s
a
t
eas
e
an
d
ful
l
o
f
peace
.
N
o
on
e
rushe
d
aroun
d
here. Ther
e
wer
e
n
o
bus
y
street
s
o
r
beepin
g
horn
s
o
r
people almos
t
tramplin
g
ove
r
eac
h
othe
r
t
o
ge
t
fro
m
A
t
o
B
.
Even
th
e
car
s
sounde
d
lik
e
the
y
ha
d
Hus
h
Puppie
s
o
n
thei
r
tyres
a
s
i
f
the
y
apologise
d
fo
r
disturbin
g
th
e
villag
e
a
s
they passe
d
through
.
Marc
o
wa
s
right
.
Thi
s
wa
s
th
e
bes
t
place
t
o
reflec
t
i
n
th
e
world
,
eve
r
.

I
t
wa
s
beginnin
g
t
o
ge
t
dar
k
no
w
an
d
Gin
a
kne
w
she
reall
y
shoul
d
ge
t
up
.
Bu
t
i
t
wa
s
cos
y
an
d
lovel
y
and Marc
o
ha
d
jus
t
give
n
he
r
th
e
rid
e
o
f
he
r
life
.
Y
es
,
i
t
was tha
t
good
!
H
e
ha
d
bee
n
suc
h
a
n
eas
y
love
r
–
gentl
e
a
t
the righ
t
time
s
an
d
a
littl
e
bi
t
roug
h
whe
n
needed
.
No
t
rough
lik
e
T
revo
r
was
.
O
h
no
.
T
revo
r
wa
s
jus
t
wha
m
ba
m
thank
you
,
ma’a
m
an
d
h
e
woul
d
hav
e
hi
s
wa
y
an
d
the
n
rol
l
over o
n
th
e
be
d
an
d
fal
l
aslee
p
wit
h
hi
s
mout
h
wid
e
ope
n
and snor
e
s
o
loudl
y
tha
t
sh
e
woul
d
sometime
s
wan
t
t
o
pu
t
a
pillo
w
ove
r
hi
s
head
.
She’
d
en
d
u
p
movin
g
int
o
th
e
spare
room
feeling
used
and
frustrated
and
would
cry
herself
to
sleep
,
ful
l
o
f
self-pit
y
an
d
a
dee
p
hatre
d
fo
r
th
e
lif
e
sh
e
had mad
e
fo
r
hersel
f
an
d
he
r
son
.