A Case Of Murder (Kendall Book 6) by John Holt Read Free Book Online Page B

over in the direction indicated, not exactly sure whether he would ever need to have a boat repaired or not. But you never know do you? A young man with a mop of ginger hair, and a short beard waved back.
    “Should you be wanting to go out fishing, then I’m yer man,” he said.
    Kendall nodded. More advertising, he thought, would it ever stop . The idea of going out fishing was not uppermost in his mind. In fact it was probably the very last activity he could think of.
    “I’ll think about it,” he replied, smiling. “And I’ll certainly be sure to let you know.”
    “So, Mr. Kendall,” a voice said. It was the Englishman, who now sat at the bar, next to Kendall. “Here on holiday then are you?” he asked.
    “Well yes, and no,” Kendall replied. “I’m actually here in connection with Brian Charters.”
    “Brian Charters,” said the Englishman, surprised. “The man who has been charged with that murder of the man on the beach, a few months back.”
    Kendall shook his head. “Well now, there’s the thing you see. His cousin isn’t actually convinced that Brian did commit the murder,” Kendall said. “He actually sent me over to check a few ….”
    “He did it right enough,” said O’Rourke, as he moved closer to Kendall. “There’s no doubting that. It’s as plain as the nose on your face. Just you take my word for it.”
    “Well maybe you’re right,” said Kendall, taking a drink.
    “So do you know him then?” asked Lynch.
    Kendall shook his head. “I’ve never met him in my life,” he replied. “I don’t even know what he looks like. I just know his cousin, and I’ve been asked to look into it and see what I can find out. So here we are.”
    “And what makes you think you’ll find anything different to our local police?” asked Quinn.
    Kendall smiled and shook his head. “I don’t know that I will, maybe I won’t,” he replied. “I might end up agreeing with them, who knows.”
    “If I were you I’d be forgetting all about it. Just accept it, it’s over and done with,” Quinn continued. “You should just be having yourself a nice little holiday. It’s beautiful countryside here abouts. Perhaps take a trip to Cork, or maybe up the coast to Killarney, or Galway.”
    “That’s right,” added Lynch. “Get some fishing maybe, and I’m sure that the little Missy there would like to see our shops in Cork.”
    Kendall looked at Mollie. Little Missy, indeed! She’s going to love that. She smiled but said nothing, much to Kendall’s surprise, she simply took a deep breath, and nodded. Kendall turned back to face Lynch. “Could be that you’re right,” he said. “But I really need to make a few enquiries, you know, I did promise his cousin.”
    “Well now, I’m doubting that you’ll be finding out very much ....” O’Rourke began to say when he was interrupted by the noise of the entrance door opening.
    He looked up as two men entered. Clearly it was still raining and, by the look of it, raining quite heavy. They looked over at O’Rourke, and moved to a corner table. They said nothing, but O’Rourke gave a slight nod of the head in recognition. “I’ll be with you gentlemen without delay,” he called out.
    Kendall looked over at the two men. “More locals?” he asked pointing over to the corner.
    O’Rourke shook his head. “Oh, no one important, just a couple of fishermen that’s all,” he explained. “They’re based in Kinsale, just a few miles south of here. They come here occasionally.”
    Kendall nodded, but it seemed very odd that they didn’t go to one of the local inns in Kinsale, it was more than likely that one existed. Many more than one in fact. Kendall thought as he looked back at the men. Perhaps they just preferred this bar, he thought. It was quite possible. Maybe they had been barred from the locals. It really wasn’t anything to do with him anyway.
    “Are they having a drink?” he asked. “On me I mean.”
    “Ah now, there’s no