SHADOWS OVER SHAMROCK SHORE: A Fiona Callahan Mystery

About SHADOWS OVER SHAMROCK SHORE: A Fiona Callahan Mystery

She came to unearth the past. The past had been protecting itself. Fiona Callahan is a Boston genealogist who reads what people don't say — the careful pauses, the subject that shifts just before it reaches somewhere uncomfortable. She has done it for twenty years in archives and records offices across two continents. She had not expected to need that skill the morning Kilcarra's pub owner turned up dead. Paddy Flaherty had been the village's living memory — the kind of man who knew precisely how firm his handshake should be to put each specific person at ease. He was also, as of the night before, about to make a public announcement about the West Field: disputed land tied, by village memory, to Fiona's own grandmother's name. She noticed what she wasn't supposed to: the smell in the cold hearth. The personal decanter moved from its usual place on the bar. The way her landlady's hands had stopped — not tensed, just stopped — when the West Field was first mentioned across the kitchen table. Her grandmother left her three things: a deed copy, a cliffside photograph, and a note in her own hand — Find the truth of the west field. Fiona has been looking for three years. She is two days into Kilcarra and beginning to understand the truth has never left. It's been here. The village has been carrying it. The question is what it cost the last man who tried to bring it into the open. And whether whoever silenced him knows Fiona is carrying the map. In Kilcarra, the Atlantic keeps its counsel. The sea mist sits over everything. And the past does not stay buried — it waits.

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