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“Easy, lad,” I warn.
Ten minutes later I’m enthralled in some ridiculous space fantasy. Their two characters have the strangest names.
The plot is shit.
But Eamon… I can’t take my eyes off him.
He’s incredible.
They reach the part I walked in on. They’re having an argument that looks like it’s heading to a kiss. My cue. I fly up from the couch, sidling between them to congratulate my brother.
“You’re so talented, Eamon. I had no idea.” I give him a brief hug, then release him with a hard pat on his back to make up for the moment of softness.
“Isn’t he?” Kitt’s glowing, staring at him like he’s already a star.
Eamon shakes his head. “Stop it, you two. You’re gonna blow my head up bigger than it already is.”
Kitt says, “I should take you back to LA with me when I go. I’m certain you could get signed with an agency. Get some auditions.”
He could be a star, couldn’t he? What if he could make it in films? The places they tape are far, far away from the problems of our island.
A new, vibrant life for my golden boy.
“Stay for dinner,” Kitt says to Eamon. “I’m marinating steaks.”
My stomach growls.
“No. I’ve got to get back.” Eamon gives Kitt a quick peck on the cheek. “But I’ll see you both at my birthday party.”
“You know Kitt can’t come,” I say.
Eamon eyes me as he breezes past me. “Walk me out?”
“Sure.” I look at Kitt. “Be right back.”
“I’ll start dinner.” She offers me a soft smile, our earlier tension gone.
Outside with the door closed, I ask Eamon, “What did Collins want? And why didn’t you call me when you heard he was heading this way?”
“I knew you’d follow him and make it obvious that you were. Further incriminating yourself. I just popped up, telling him I was stopping in for a cuppa. He left right after.”
I can’t deny the boy is right. “What did he say?” I ask.
He eyes me. “You’ll be needing to ask Kitt for all the details. I only got the tail end of things. I heard him asking her something about a roommate back at her college in California. Saying she didn’t come home one night when a boy died.”
“Strange.”
“Aye.” He nods, that shock of hair falling over his eye. “I was wishing I’d heard the rest of the conversation, but then he turned onto Clive. You should have seen her handle him. The detective tried to shame her into spilling her guts, but she told Collins she didn’t owe nobody nothing, then I stepped in and shooed him off.”
“If Collins knew to look for her here, then he knows it was the Kings who were involved,” I say.
“Of course he does,” Eamon says. “Who else would it be? A gang of puffins united in their cause to take back the land?”
Ignoring his youthful antics, I fill him in on what I did prior to returning home. “I’m glad you’re here. I needed to tell you something. I told the brothers about her, just before I left the big house. Told them all.”
His face darkens for a moment, thinking of his nemesis. “Even old Jonjo?”
“Yes, Eamon. Your big brother even managed to get ol’ Jonjo the shark to lay off the scent of her blood.”
