Alex settled into her hotel room. Anything for a cigarette break. She could've sworn Donovan was about to ask her for one. She felt jumping into the shower to wash the jetlag away, but opted to start asking questions. She grabbed the file off the dresser and made her way to the front desk. If someone's seen Ciara or whoever she was, it's a good place to start.
Alex walked down the hallway and saw that Jake was already talking to the hostess. "Learn anything yet?" Alex asked Jake.
"Yea, there's a dance tonight. The whole town will be there. We can do some questioning then." Jake informed her.
"We're not here to get a date Jake." Alex warned him.
"You should come to the dance, Jake, come and have a bit o' crack." Mary, the hostess smiled.
"Crack?!" Jake asked confused.
"By crack I'm assuming that you don't mean incredibly hard drugs." Alex asked.
'Oh no! It just means havin' a laugh, like havin' a bit o' fun!" the hostess laughed.
"Started work without me?" Donovan asked walking up to them. "Jake start on the west side on town. Alex and I will start east. You get a lead let us know right away."
"Got it." Jake said, "See ya later Mary."
Mary watched as they left the hotel. She walked over to the phone, "Aidan, its Mary. Three more people are in town looking for her. Two men and a woman. Americans, but the one man has a slight accent. One's name is Jake. He's headed towards the docks. Come here in an hour and I'll let you know what I find out."
Mary hung up the phone and proceeded to walk up the stairs towards the rooms. She took the master keys out of her pocket and opened the door. She closed the door slightly to hear in case they came back early. She opened the bag that was sitting on the bed. Inside was a file. She picked up the file and started to look through it. Six photos of the woman they were looking for were in the front followed by information on her.
Behind the regular photos and papers was a smaller picture. It was of the woman and the man with the accent on a boat somewhere. They were smiling. "Find something of interest?" Donovan asked grabbing Mary's arm. Startled, Mary dropped the file, the contents falling around the room.
Alex closed the door to the room and started to pick up the file. "Good thing I didn't bet you about her going to snoop," Alex commented, placing the photo of Donovan and Ciara in her pocket, "I'd lose fifty bucks."
"Where is she?" Donovan demanded pushing the woman into a chair.
"Go hifreann leat!" Mary spat out.
"What did she say?" Alex asked, "I'd like to know if I'm being talked about."
"She told me to go to hell." Donovan replied, "Tell me where she is. Her name is Ciara Fitzgerald. I will make your life a living hell."
"He can too," Alex added, "He lives for that."
"You can't do anything to me," Mary smiled, "You're American. You have no rights here."
"You're right on that," Donovan agreed sitting down on the bed, staring at Mary, "but I do have powerful friends here. I can have the Ambassador make a few calls and have this hotel closed. Plus I could have you thrown in Maze for the rest of your life."
"You wouldn't." Mary dared him.
"Oh, he would," Alex commented, "he never bluffs."
"Ms. Fitzgerald is related to the Ambassador. She was kidnapped from her home in Dublin over a year. I can have those charges brought on you." Donovan smiled.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Mary replied.
"Her kidnappers also attempted to murder her in Belfast." Donovan said leaning towards Mary, grabbing her chin, "Belfast police don't like to be made fools of by the IRA and with the attempted murder of an American diplomat, they wouldn't treat you very well."
"I had nothing to with that," Mary protested, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Let's go," Donovan ordered, helping her out of the chair, "you can tell that to the Ambassador.'
"Let her go. We have your friend and I'll have him killed if necessary." a man in the doorway ordered, holding a gun on them. Donovan let Mary go and handed her his gun. She then walked over to Alex and took hers. "Let's go for a walk and talk about this. Go back to work Mary, everything will be fine."
The man led them down the stairs and out the building. He motioned for them to get into the waiting car.
"Who do you work for?" Donovan asked.
"We'll talk when we get there." the man said, "Don't try anything either. If we don't make it there in a half hour, your friend will be killed."
Fifteen minutes later the car pulled up to a cottage outside of Bray. An old woman was standing in the doorway waving them into the house.
"Tá fáilte romhat. Welcome. You must forgive my boys," the old woman said walking up to them, "for the past couple days other interests have been asking around for the woman you are looking for."
"What can you tell us about her?" Donovan asked. "Where is she?"
"Come into my home and I'll explain what I can." Mrs. O'Shea said, showing them inside. "My son, Michael, joined up with the IRA when he turned sixteen. A cause he believed in. After a while he realized it wasn't what he thought the fighting was about. Killing innocent people wasn't something Michael believed in."
"Go on," Alex replied handing the woman a glass of water.
"Three years later Michael was ready to walk away. He called telling me that he was coming home and he was trying to make some things right. Michael never made it home," she explained.
"What happened?" Jake asked.
"Michael was driving home with his girlfriend when their car was forced off the road. Michael was killed instantly. His girlfriend had severe head trauma. When we got to the hospital we knew that the young woman wasn't Michael's girlfriend, but she was carrying her id." Aidan explained.
"What was your son trying to do?" Alex asked.
"My brother called me the night before and explained everything to me." Aidan said, " He knew McMartins kidnapped an American. He was going to kill the woman no matter what. She overheard something that sealed her death. Michael and another man switched the American with his girlfriend, they looked the same."
"Except for the tattoo." Donovan added.
"Yes," Aidan agreed. "But Michael's plan didn't go the way he wanted it."
"Why didn't you contact the Embassy?" Donovan asked.
"Michael told us not to. He said someone at the Embassy wanted her dead." he replied.
"She could've contacted me." Donovan said standing up, "She knew I could protect her."
"She didn't even know her name." Aidan responded. "She was in a coma for two weeks and when she came out of it she couldn't remember anything that happened. Not even her name."
"What did the doctor say?" Alex asked.
"He said she had retro something." Mrs. O'Shea stated.
"Retrograde Amnesia." Donovan finished.
"Yes." she replied.
"She can't remember her past, but she can remember everything that happened after the accident." Donovan added, "It's been over a year and she hasn't remembered anything?"
"If she has, she didn't tell us." Aidan replied, "She's knows someone is after her, but she doesn't want to endanger Mom so we can't get her to talk about it."
"You said other interests were here looking for her," Alex asked, "who?"
"I'm not sure of their names, but I do know they're with McMartins." Aidan responded.
"Where is she?" Donovan asked.
"She should be in her room." the old woman smiled, "I'll go get her."
I'm right here, Mrs. O'Shea," Ciara said standing in the doorway.
Donovan turned towards the voice and he couldn't believe his eyes. "Ciara," he whispered.
"Then that is my name," Ciara replied, "I wasn't sure. You said I know you?"
"Why don't we leave them to talk." Mrs. O'Shea said heading for the kitchen, "You two look hungry. Aidan, come along, she'll be fine."
"Can you tell me what happened?" Ciara asked sitting down next to Donovan.
"I can tell you what I know." Donovan replied.
"What was I doing here in Ireland?" she asked.
"You came to Ireland in 1998 to help with the peace process. You worked for the American Embassy in Dublin." Donovan explained, "One night you were kidnapped by some terrorists. There was a rescue attempt and we thought you were dead."
"Who thought I was dead?" Ciara asked.
"The Irish Ambassador, your family and myself. I was there when we thought you were killed." Donovan replied.
"I feel like I should know you, but I can't place you." Ciara replied frustrated, "You said I knew you would've protected me. How do we know each other?"
"You're my céile." Donovan replied taking her hand.
"Excuse me, Mrs. O'Shea, I have a question for you." Alex said.
"Go ahead, dear." she replied.
"I need to know what a certain word means." Alex said, "I can speak up to eight languages and I never knew Gaelic was still spoken. What does céile mean?"
"Why that means wife." Mrs. O'Shea smiled.
Alex walked down the hallway and saw that Jake was already talking to the hostess. "Learn anything yet?" Alex asked Jake.
"Yea, there's a dance tonight. The whole town will be there. We can do some questioning then." Jake informed her.
"We're not here to get a date Jake." Alex warned him.
"You should come to the dance, Jake, come and have a bit o' crack." Mary, the hostess smiled.
"Crack?!" Jake asked confused.
"By crack I'm assuming that you don't mean incredibly hard drugs." Alex asked.
'Oh no! It just means havin' a laugh, like havin' a bit o' fun!" the hostess laughed.
"Started work without me?" Donovan asked walking up to them. "Jake start on the west side on town. Alex and I will start east. You get a lead let us know right away."
"Got it." Jake said, "See ya later Mary."
Mary watched as they left the hotel. She walked over to the phone, "Aidan, its Mary. Three more people are in town looking for her. Two men and a woman. Americans, but the one man has a slight accent. One's name is Jake. He's headed towards the docks. Come here in an hour and I'll let you know what I find out."
Mary hung up the phone and proceeded to walk up the stairs towards the rooms. She took the master keys out of her pocket and opened the door. She closed the door slightly to hear in case they came back early. She opened the bag that was sitting on the bed. Inside was a file. She picked up the file and started to look through it. Six photos of the woman they were looking for were in the front followed by information on her.
Behind the regular photos and papers was a smaller picture. It was of the woman and the man with the accent on a boat somewhere. They were smiling. "Find something of interest?" Donovan asked grabbing Mary's arm. Startled, Mary dropped the file, the contents falling around the room.
Alex closed the door to the room and started to pick up the file. "Good thing I didn't bet you about her going to snoop," Alex commented, placing the photo of Donovan and Ciara in her pocket, "I'd lose fifty bucks."
"Where is she?" Donovan demanded pushing the woman into a chair.
"Go hifreann leat!" Mary spat out.
"What did she say?" Alex asked, "I'd like to know if I'm being talked about."
"She told me to go to hell." Donovan replied, "Tell me where she is. Her name is Ciara Fitzgerald. I will make your life a living hell."
"He can too," Alex added, "He lives for that."
"You can't do anything to me," Mary smiled, "You're American. You have no rights here."
"You're right on that," Donovan agreed sitting down on the bed, staring at Mary, "but I do have powerful friends here. I can have the Ambassador make a few calls and have this hotel closed. Plus I could have you thrown in Maze for the rest of your life."
"You wouldn't." Mary dared him.
"Oh, he would," Alex commented, "he never bluffs."
"Ms. Fitzgerald is related to the Ambassador. She was kidnapped from her home in Dublin over a year. I can have those charges brought on you." Donovan smiled.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Mary replied.
"Her kidnappers also attempted to murder her in Belfast." Donovan said leaning towards Mary, grabbing her chin, "Belfast police don't like to be made fools of by the IRA and with the attempted murder of an American diplomat, they wouldn't treat you very well."
"I had nothing to with that," Mary protested, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Let's go," Donovan ordered, helping her out of the chair, "you can tell that to the Ambassador.'
"Let her go. We have your friend and I'll have him killed if necessary." a man in the doorway ordered, holding a gun on them. Donovan let Mary go and handed her his gun. She then walked over to Alex and took hers. "Let's go for a walk and talk about this. Go back to work Mary, everything will be fine."
The man led them down the stairs and out the building. He motioned for them to get into the waiting car.
"Who do you work for?" Donovan asked.
"We'll talk when we get there." the man said, "Don't try anything either. If we don't make it there in a half hour, your friend will be killed."
Fifteen minutes later the car pulled up to a cottage outside of Bray. An old woman was standing in the doorway waving them into the house.
"Tá fáilte romhat. Welcome. You must forgive my boys," the old woman said walking up to them, "for the past couple days other interests have been asking around for the woman you are looking for."
"What can you tell us about her?" Donovan asked. "Where is she?"
"Come into my home and I'll explain what I can." Mrs. O'Shea said, showing them inside. "My son, Michael, joined up with the IRA when he turned sixteen. A cause he believed in. After a while he realized it wasn't what he thought the fighting was about. Killing innocent people wasn't something Michael believed in."
"Go on," Alex replied handing the woman a glass of water.
"Three years later Michael was ready to walk away. He called telling me that he was coming home and he was trying to make some things right. Michael never made it home," she explained.
"What happened?" Jake asked.
"Michael was driving home with his girlfriend when their car was forced off the road. Michael was killed instantly. His girlfriend had severe head trauma. When we got to the hospital we knew that the young woman wasn't Michael's girlfriend, but she was carrying her id." Aidan explained.
"What was your son trying to do?" Alex asked.
"My brother called me the night before and explained everything to me." Aidan said, " He knew McMartins kidnapped an American. He was going to kill the woman no matter what. She overheard something that sealed her death. Michael and another man switched the American with his girlfriend, they looked the same."
"Except for the tattoo." Donovan added.
"Yes," Aidan agreed. "But Michael's plan didn't go the way he wanted it."
"Why didn't you contact the Embassy?" Donovan asked.
"Michael told us not to. He said someone at the Embassy wanted her dead." he replied.
"She could've contacted me." Donovan said standing up, "She knew I could protect her."
"She didn't even know her name." Aidan responded. "She was in a coma for two weeks and when she came out of it she couldn't remember anything that happened. Not even her name."
"What did the doctor say?" Alex asked.
"He said she had retro something." Mrs. O'Shea stated.
"Retrograde Amnesia." Donovan finished.
"Yes." she replied.
"She can't remember her past, but she can remember everything that happened after the accident." Donovan added, "It's been over a year and she hasn't remembered anything?"
"If she has, she didn't tell us." Aidan replied, "She's knows someone is after her, but she doesn't want to endanger Mom so we can't get her to talk about it."
"You said other interests were here looking for her," Alex asked, "who?"
"I'm not sure of their names, but I do know they're with McMartins." Aidan responded.
"Where is she?" Donovan asked.
"She should be in her room." the old woman smiled, "I'll go get her."
I'm right here, Mrs. O'Shea," Ciara said standing in the doorway.
Donovan turned towards the voice and he couldn't believe his eyes. "Ciara," he whispered.
"Then that is my name," Ciara replied, "I wasn't sure. You said I know you?"
"Why don't we leave them to talk." Mrs. O'Shea said heading for the kitchen, "You two look hungry. Aidan, come along, she'll be fine."
"Can you tell me what happened?" Ciara asked sitting down next to Donovan.
"I can tell you what I know." Donovan replied.
"What was I doing here in Ireland?" she asked.
"You came to Ireland in 1998 to help with the peace process. You worked for the American Embassy in Dublin." Donovan explained, "One night you were kidnapped by some terrorists. There was a rescue attempt and we thought you were dead."
"Who thought I was dead?" Ciara asked.
"The Irish Ambassador, your family and myself. I was there when we thought you were killed." Donovan replied.
"I feel like I should know you, but I can't place you." Ciara replied frustrated, "You said I knew you would've protected me. How do we know each other?"
"You're my céile." Donovan replied taking her hand.
"Excuse me, Mrs. O'Shea, I have a question for you." Alex said.
"Go ahead, dear." she replied.
"I need to know what a certain word means." Alex said, "I can speak up to eight languages and I never knew Gaelic was still spoken. What does céile mean?"
"Why that means wife." Mrs. O'Shea smiled.
