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“A report was made that Daniel O’Reagan kidnapped you twenty-four hours ago. We received an anonymous tip that you were being held in room three-oh-four of the Headfort hotel in Kells.” She rattles it off like it’s nothing.
“I’ve already told your Gardai I wasn’t kidnapped. I was there out of my own free will.”
She nods and opens a file, and I see no one is listening to me. She pushes a photo across to me. “Do you recognize this woman?”
I glance down, and my heart stalls in my chest. I look back at the officer. “Why?”
“Answer the question, Ms. McGuiness.”
She knows my name. “Yes, she was at the hotel.” The image is of the prostitute that Daniel was talking to.
“This lady here?” The officer taps the picture. “Are you sure?”
I study the picture, and with certainty, I nod. “Yes. I remember her.”
“Well, that changes everything.” Is all she says and rises with the file in hand.
What in God's name is going on?
CHAPTER TWENTY
DANIEL
WhenIleftLilyin the room, I never expected to step into the hall and be faced with three guns pointing at me. Before I could react, I was taken to the floor and carted out of the building. It didn’t matter how many times I told them I had to go back; they wouldn’t listen.
“If you don’t release me now. You will be sorry.” I threaten, but I’m shoved into the back of a squad car with no explanation of what is happening.
“Suspect has been secured and is being transported to Kells Gardai station.”
I jerk forward. “Let me the fuck out!”
One of the Gardai pivots in his seat. “Do you know how long you will get for kidnapping, rape, along with arson?”
I slam my shoulder against the cage of the Gardai car. All I can think about is Lily being tied to the bed. “Do you know what happens to gobshites like you?” I ask him.
He narrows his eyes before turning forward.
We arrive at the Kells Gardai Station, and they don't speak as I’m escorted inside. I want to tear them apart, but I try to push Lily to the back of my mind, so I can calm down and focus on the here and now.
I’m brought to an interrogation room, and only then the cuffs they placed on me are removed. With my hands free, I contemplate snapping the Gardai’s neck. But the room has cameras. He’s a very lucky fucking man.
“I want my lawyer,” I say, tracing slow circles on the table with my index finger.
“Daniel O’Reagan, you are being charged with kidnapping, rape, and arson. Do you understand?”
I smirk at the Gardai. Normally I wouldn’t bite, but this list of crimes is almost comical.
“Whom did I kidnap and rape, and what premise did I burn down?”
Another Gardai enters and sits down without a word. “Lily McGuinness was reported missing twenty-four hours ago when she was found she was tied up to a bed.”
Normally shit like that would make me laugh.
“You better not have touched her,” I say. My finger is no longer moving in a circle. I need to break something. I can imagine them finding her tied to the bed.
My gut twists.
“So you know who we are talking about?” The Gardai asks.
