“You need sleep, too,” Moira softly rebuked Con when she noticed he was still sitting upright between them, and wincing slightly as passing farm lights dazzled his eyes. “You should have taken the medicine they gave you.”
“I will,” he promised with a wan smile, “after we’re home and safe.” But he’d wait until he was sure his wife and daughter were securely tucked into their comfortable beds, and Liam was on guard.
Delaney might be dead, but it wouldn’t take long for the vultures to descend once the first dramatic news bytes hit the airwaves.
She seemed to be reading his mind. “We’ve already set up schedules and mapped out surveillance points. Between the seven of us,” and she included her four musicians, Sinead and Kenny, and herself in the count, “we’ll be watching not only Sinead’s fa
