“Con, you don’t…”
He cut off her instinctive protest with a sharp gesture. “Don’t tell me I don’t want to know. I need to know! You’ll tell me, Kiera, or I’ll contact the garda myself. But I guarantee you won’t like the results if I do!”
The last thing she wanted was for him to stir up trouble that might endanger Lissa’s safety. And he would, she knew him well enough to be certain of that. So what else could she do but comply?
“You remember old Margaret Duffy—we all called her Granny Margaret—who lived near the Kilkee cliffs? Her great-great grandkids had flown over from Australia to visit for a month. They must’ve had reflexes like a mountain goat,” she added with a grim smile, “because you know how narrow the path is, and how slippery it gets down toward the bottom of the cliffs.
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