Chapter 5.
Des Taviner's phone bleeped. He picked it up and read the text message.
"About bloody time an' all, I've been waiting for ages." He muttered to himself while standing up then walking up the street towards Sheelagh and Patrick Murphy's house.
He walked up the driveway and knocked on the door. A couple of seconds later Conor opened the door.
"Can I help you?" Conor asked politely.
"Is this where Sergeant Sheelagh Murphy lives?" Des asked.
"Yeah, but she's out at the minute, can I help?"
"I just need to ask her a question about a current case I'm working on."
"Oh, you work with her?"
"Yes, that's right." Des smiled. "Do you think I could come in and wait for her, it is important and it's cold out here."
"Oh, yes of course." Conor stepped back and Des stepped in out of the night air. "What did you say your name was?"
"I didn't. It's Gary." Des said, remembering one of the names that Sheelagh worked with.
"Okay. Come into the living room." Conor shut the front door then led Des into the living room. They sat in there just chatting. Sheelagh and Patrick came in through the front door, laughing quietly at a private joke. Sheelagh came through the door of the living room first and stopped dead in her tracks. Patrick saw her stop and looked to see what she was looking at.
"Hello Sheelagh," Des said, painfully nicely.