Chapter 43
“We’re getting close to finding the slimy son-of-a-b***h, Chester. The dots are finally connecting.” Maggie leaned over and scratched the dog behind the ears. “When we get that s**t head, I’m buying the best magnum of champagne I can find and drinking it straight from the bottle.” The dog looked at her. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you, too. I’m buying you a steak, and maybe I’ll pick up a fresh trout fillet for Samantha. How’s that sound?” Chester turned his big head to one side and licked her hand.
Since Jake moved in, Maggie rarely had time to herself like this. She put on her Inishwen CD and cranked up the volume. “Maybe, tonight, once I’m done going over these files, and after we find that cabin, I’ll get back into my Gaelic lessons,” she said. The cat meowed. “Yeah, y
