the hens scratching on the open ground. She tried to steady her own thoughts as she steered him away. She could see that Darina was wired up about the media invasion of the area, and she did not want to pressurise her to tell tales on Sal.
âYou were very good to go to the party as a favour to Sal,â she said gently. âI hope she appreciates it.â
âOh, Iâm sure, yes â¦â Darina looked uncomfortable, pulling on a lock of hair that fell onto her face. âSal is mad about him, Nessa, but I donât know â¦â
âI hope she hasnât been underhand, Darina, or given you any reason to be angry?â
âOh no, Iâm not angry at her, itâs nothing like that.â Darina paused again and glanced over at Ronan, who was still slopping water in all directions. She led him down the path firmly and told him he could fill an empty wheelie bin which she pulled out from beside the hedge. When she returned, she had clearly decided to say her piece.
âIâm fond of Marcus, Nessa, or at least, I used to be fond of him when we were younger. But ever since he came home from Spain, I donât know â¦â She spoke rapidly, her eyes avoiding Nessaâs. âI think Marcus just suits himself, do you know what I mean? And the thing that gets me is, I saw him with another woman recently, thatâs what Iâm trying to tell you. I was going for a swim and his car was parked by the sea, and there he was, draped over a woman is the only way I can describe it.â
âThat was before the party, I presume?â
âYes, but the same kind of thing happened another time recently â and Iâm not even sure it was the same woman each time. So I wouldnât like to bet that heâll devote himself one hundred per cent to Sal, thatâs what worries me. But please, Nessa, donât tell her that I said so.â
NINE
Monday 21 September, 3.00 p.m.
F ergus Malden was nervous, his eyes flitting from Redmond to Inspector OâKelleher. As several witnesses had already agreed, Oscar Malden had passed little of his self-belief on to Fergus â if anything, Oscarâs surfeit of confidence might have overwhelmed his son.
The gardai were on their fourth interview with him. Superintendent Devane had spoken to him the first time, soon after Oscarâs body was found, and OâKelleher had gone over the same painful material twice on Sunday, along with another senior colleague. This was Redmondâs first opportunity to see him close up. It was hard on Fergus to be scrutinised so often, of course, but he must have known Oscar better than almost anyone else, and in addition, a heavy shadow of suspicion inevitably fell on the next of kin of a murder victim. The gardai had to check whether he varied his story from one interview to the next, as well as digging for new details.
OâKelleher spoke in his quiet, unhurried way. âHow would you describe your father as a person, then?â
Fergus examined his hands, another of his nervous habits, before he put together his answer.
âI suppose he was â¦â His eyes shifted around the room. âMy father was ⦠He was friendly and cheerful, just as the newspapers have been saying. He was a strong person, as Iâm sure you know, and he believed he could â¦â Fergus looked at his hands again and eventually settled on an answer. âHe always believed he could achieve whatever he set out to do, thatâs what I mean.â
âThat was certainly his reputation in business.â OâKelleherâs voice sounded softer than ever. âBut on a personal level, is it possible that he antagonised other people in his zeal to get what he wanted?â
âAntagonised? Well, no, thatâs not the word ⦠No, itâs not true that he antagonised me, but if youâre asking â¦â Fergus stopped and looked over at the small camera recording each
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