"I can't believe the price on those scarves! Do you think Rex and Shane will like them?" Gigi asked.
"Of course, you bought them so they'll love them. Remember you're a Buchanan now. You can afford it," Kelly assured her.
Brody sighed. It had been the seventh store they had been to find the perfect Irish wool scarf. He had no idea how the women could tell a difference. He had been keeping his eyes and ears open for danger. Joey and Rex hadn't been wrong the Ireland was experiencing more problems lately. He tried talking with some of the storeowners while the women shopped. Some had mentioned being worried, but nothing that they were going to explain to an American tourist. He zipped up his leather jacket, "Would you like me to carry the bag?"
"Thanks! You don't sound like you're having a lot of fun," Gigi handed over the bag.
"We need to get something at the next store to decorate your office. A painting or sculpture," Kelly nodded.
"I'm not a Buchanan so there's still a lot I can't afford," Brody pointed out.
"It's for your office, and you have an expense account. Kevin won't care if it's a quality piece. He's always been a believer that you have to spend money to make money. Here's a place." Kelly overruled him.
Brody shrugged. He wasn't trying to be uncooperative, but his office décor didn't matter to him. It did seem to make the women happy. The store seemed filled with china pieces that he would be sure to break and gold jewelry. He wandered aimlessly around the store.
"Brody, you have to see this!" Gigi pulled him over to a wall. Hanging on the wall was a coarse rope that had been twisted into a Celtic knot and anchor. It was rough looking, and Brody reached to touch it before pulling his hand back. "Do you like it?"
"Actually, yeah, isn't it like the one in Andy's beach house?" Brody was surprised that he did like it and could see it on the wall in his office.
Kelly wandered over, "Who's Andy?"
"He went through basic training with Brody. Afterwards, he invited several guys and their significant others to his family's lake house for a party. I'm not sure how much of a party it was for Brody since I was morning sick the entire time," Gigi explained.
"I don't remember the morning sickness as much as the walks on the beach. We made so many plans," Brody remembered. He realized he was sounding sorry for himself, "Of course, you did start everything with, 'unless Rex comes back'. You three belong together."
"We need to find you a girlfriend. You should have a family of your own. You're handsome, have a good job, great with kids. What else could a woman want?" Gigi asked.
"Less of a past?" Brody suggested, "If we're going to discuss my personal life, could we sit down, have some fish and chips, and maybe a beer?"
"Only if you buy the piece," Kelly negotiated.
Brody nodded and went over the cash register to complete the purchase. He arranged to have it delivered to their hotel suite as he didn't feel like lugging it around. The three walked down the street to a small grocery store with a couple tables. As they sat down, they saw a young woman exit the store with a sack of groceries.
"Starr!" Kelly yelled.
The girl gave them a frightened look and hurried the other way.
"What was that all about?" Brody asked.
"I could have sworn that was Starr. Is her tour in Dublin right now? I don't know why she would have run the other way."
"Let me check her MyFace," Gigi pulled out her phone. "That's funny. Her page no longer exists. Wouldn't that be good for publicity?"
Kelly pulled out her phone and started to text Blair. It took just a few moments to receive a response, "IDK, I can't talk now. I'll try to find someplace to call you later tonight," she read, "What's that all about?"
"Why don't we just ask the server?" Brody suggested as he saw a waitress walk towards them. "Ma'am, do you know who the girl was that just left? She looked familiar."
"It's Luna Thorne. She just moved to town with her baby, husband, and his parents. They usually have their groceries delivered. Today was the first time we met. They live in the stone house on Sheep's Hollow Lane," the waitress looked around and dropped her voice, "I'd stay away from there. They say the woman's a raving lunatic, but it fits Himself's purpose to have them all there. I think most of the trouble here can be traced back to Pat Thorne," she resumed using her normal voice, "May I take your order?"
The three ordered their lunch and waited for the server to depart before they began speaking.
"Doesn't Luna mean moon? Like the moon and stars?" Gigi thought outloud.
Kelly nodded, "And isn't Thorne like Thornehart and Patrick Thornehart or Pat Thorne."
"Well, Marty Saybrooke could certainly fit the description of Pat's lunatic wife. Wherever she disappeared to," Brody stated somewhat bitterly.
Brody shook his head, "What are we saying? Patrick and Cole are alive. Marty, Starr and Hope all met up with them and are living here in Ireland. That according to our waitress, Patrick is the head of the latest problems with the IRA. How could that happen?"
They fell silent each trying to figure out their thoughts.
"I guess I don't understand how they all left town. It all happened while I was "dead" and staying in Kentucky. How did they die? I guess if it's possible for me to not die from carbon monoxide poisoning they could not die from whatever killed them."
"Hannah shot Cole in the shoulder. He died on the table I'm not sure how. I do remember the Patrick had some involvement with the "Irish resistance" and Carlo Hesser right before he came to Llanview," Kelly said slowly, "Didn't Marty disappear about the same time that Todd escaped from Irene's secret bunker?"
"Yes, at the time, it made going down there with John easier. I know there were other prisoners kept in that bunker. They had originally been captured by the CIA. I think, we should go back to the hotel. Kelly can call Blair, and I'll call Bo to find out if there's more we need to know."