Page 45 of Catch Him

“Yeah.”

“You know the name Bill O’Hara? A former cop.”

He scrunched up his face, which Sinead imagined was his way of thinking. He wasn’t nearly as handsome when he did that. “But a bad cop, right? He was in the news a while back. But that was years ago.”

That was true, but it was one of those stories that lingered in people’s minds because of all the tragedy that surrounded it. Good man turned bad. Brought low by grief.

“That’s my dad. I do not come from a long line of true blue law enforcers. I know the score on both sides of the law. A con that cost what this cost was no small fish. I figure that’s a lot of effort to take something out of your safe. What was it?”

Garrett seemed to consider her. “Pharmaceuticals.”

Sinead snorted. She wondered if she’d been that gullible with David.

Garrett Huntley was certainly an easy target.

“What happens if you don’t get them back?”

The fear in his eyes then was real. “I have to get them back. I can buy a week, maybe two without them knowing I’m back in town. I don’t show with their product, heads are going to roll. Mostly mine.”

“How did he know they were in your safe?”

“Fuck if I know.”

Sinead looked around the living room and her eyes stopped on the wedding pictures on the table by the foyer. She hadn’t bothered to explain why she’d done what she’d done regarding the security system. She didn’t see the point.

“You actually married?”

“Yes.”

Oh didn’t I mention that his wedding was the single best day of their relationship? Every day after that was shit. They recently divorced.

Sinead remembered the picture on Huntley’s dresser in the bedroom. His wife was a petite beautiful blonde. She looked over Garrett’s shoulder to the table in the foyer.

The picture David showed her that night, of him and Garrett together, was gone.

“Where is your wife?”

He looked away, but not before something ugly moved over his face. “We’re going through a thing right now. She’s with friends. But we’ll work it out. We love each other.”

Yeah, Sinead wasn’t getting the love vibe. She was, however, getting the creep vibe.

Garrett Huntley was not a good man. That’s whathe’dsaid.

Except she didn’t care about Garrett Huntley.

“Tell me about her.”

“What?”

Sinead had to grit her teeth together. Standing here with this scumbag meant she was wasting time. A lot of time. Time she knew was important. There had been a wedding. Between Garrett Huntley and the petite blonde.Hehad been at that wedding. The picture could have been doctored, but she didn’t think so. No, ifhe’dbeen at the wedding—and it was very clear he and Huntley weren’t actually buddies—then perhaps he’d been part of the bride’s party.

Where was he born? Carmel.

What was his first pet’s name? Rocco.

What is his mother’s maiden name? Gerard.

All things only someone who knew Huntley would have known. Or knew Huntley’s wife.