Chapter Two
That afternoon, armed with a box full of lemon tarts and other pastries from Isla’s Bakery, Aileen made her way to the nursing home. Marley had been the former innkeeper at Dachaigh, so her gran would have some intel on that woman.
Siobhan was in her nineties but as strong as any twenty-year-old. Her cerulean eyes twinkled with mirth as they always did. ‘I’m so proud of ye!’
‘Thank you, Gran!’ Aileen narrowed her eyes. ‘What are you up to?’
‘Up to? Why, I’ve always appreciated my bonnie grandwean. Ye never told me ye were that good at self-defence! I heard ye kicked really hard at that murdering bastard! Bet he still must bawl his eyes out in prison!’ Siobhan cracked up, chuckling so loud it had to be unhealthy.
‘Gran!’ Aileen admonished. ‘I didn’t mean to hurt him! He was
