Instead of sitting, he stood, leaning against the edge of the booth, and took out his phone to appear less anxious. A moment later, Danny Cahill was standing beside him.
“Ronan Doyle?”
“Yes, sir.” Ronan extended a hand.
As they shook, Ronan took a long look at Danny. The man was about the age his dad had been when he disappeared. In his mind, Michael was frozen in time at the age of forty-three.
“Please take a seat.” Cahill gestured toward the booth.
Ronan thought he caught a glimpse of appreciation in the older man’s eyes that Ronan had waited to sit. They sat across from each other and Ronan fisted his hands in his lap to keep from moving.
“I have to say that I was surprised to find out that Thomas had hired you. I didn’t know you were back in town.”
Cahill had known he left? “I j
