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Excerpt of Murder At Wicklow Mensa by Clare O'Beara


Mensa Mystery #5
Author Self-Published
September 2013
On Sale: August 29, 2013
Featuring: Ricky Norton; Mike Fraser; Cara Cassidy
ISBN: 0992638658
EAN: 9780992638658
Kindle: B00E8NCWNS
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Romance Suspense, Romance Contemporary

Also by Clare O'Beara:

A Dog For Lockdown, September 2020
A Dozen Dogs Or So: New Edition, July 2020
Dogs Of Every Day: New Edition, July 2020
A Pony For Quarantine, June 2020
Dining Out On Planet Mercury, August 2017
Murder Against The Clock, September 2016
Dining Out with the Gas Giants, September 2015
Rodeo Finn, November 2014
Dining Out With The Ice Giants, September 2014
The Prisoner In The Tower: Short Story & Big Cat Bones, September 2014
Show Jumping Team, September 2014
The Prisoner In The Tower, September 2014
Murder At Wicklow Mensa, September 2013
Murder at Dublin Mensa, September 2013
Murder at Irish Mensa, September 2013
Murder At Scottish Mensa, September 2013
Murder At Kildare Mensa, September 2013
Dining Out Around The Solar System, September 2013
Silks And Sins, August 2013

Excerpt of Murder At Wicklow Mensa by Clare O'Beara

"The Junior Minister," George said, unable to stop the words. "Appointed in the reshuffle last week. That's why you're here."

The Branch men's shoulders settled and faces broadened very slightly; they might almost be smiling. They'd just been waiting for the penny to drop; he was stuck with them.

"Minister of State for what is it, Rick?" mused Joe.

"Paperclips or something," said the younger, checking his watch. "He wanted a word with us about security procedures. Since he isn't entitled to a Garda driver. So on our way back we dropped into the station, found Finane and Macken short of a car."

Then they'd found that a vicious crime had been carried out just a couple of streets away from the home of a newly–appointed Minister, who would lose no opportunity for self–aggrandisement. "So you see," concluded Joe gently, "we really are at your disposal. The Superintendent will be the team leader I take it, but I expect you'll be in charge of the incident room."

"Right, that's grand so," George assured them, because he might as well put a good face on it. "Well, we've secured the perimeter –" the community guards were at the entrance ready to repel the curious and had already sent a dog–walker and woman with a buggy on their way "– we're making a scene log, and while we're waiting for the pathologist and technical staff, is there anything else we can tell you about?"

"Know the deceased?" asked Joe. "Either one?"


"How's the coffee in your station?" asked Rick.

Shay grinned.

"Fair to middling," he said, "but there's a place near that does good takeout cups."

Rick's grey eyes brightened.

"I'll go – I mean, I'll tell one of the uniform lads to go and get us some," Shay offered.

"Better bring one for his nibs," George reminded him. The superintendent was seated in the red Focus monitoring radio traffic and talking on his phone. George didn't know the man at all, wasn't used to being under this kind of scrutiny.

"I find it's useful to start with the neighbours," Joe considered. "They raised the alarm and in a nice, mature area like this they know each other's routines and usual callers."

George nodded.

"Then there'll be the autopsy attendance. For evidentiary purposes."

Collier realised that yes, a detective assigned to the case would be obliged to maintain the chain of evidence by watching the procedures, so there was no possibility that a mix–up could be argued in court. All three gazed at young Shay, on his way back to the group. George felt his heart sink.

"That better be me," he stated.

"Long procedure," Joe told him. "Tomorrow, I'd say, if she can fit it in. The victims' bodies can be moved tonight, I'd expect; they only have to go as far as the new morgue in the fire training centre on the Malahide Road. Two autopsies will take hours. Why doesn't one of us attend with you, that way we can spell each other."

"I'd appreciate that, yes."

"Is it your turn, Rick?" Joe wondered.

"Toss you for it," said the younger man, unconcerned.

"Well we can come back to that," Joe dismissed the matter as Shay arrived. "We'll need formal identification of the poor souls, by relatives. Ideally before it gets posted on Twitter."

"We don't know who the woman is," supplied Shay. "And it's not likely she's his wife. The neighbours told our lads that William Fleming was separated."

"She'll have some ID," said George. He hoped. "And she may be reported missing by now. Shay, you might take on a very unpleasant task for me. You might inform the deceased man's widow of these events. And tell her that she'll be required to identify the body – not immediately. At the morgue. You could get started by asking the neighbours for her contact details, and asking them not to discuss this with anyone until families have been notified."

Shay nodded, squaring his shoulders.

"When we've had the coffee, that is. You will also be an evidence recorder so start by looking at the crime scene conditions as they are now, from outside progressing inward. Weather, distance from other houses, locked doors and windows." The procedures he'd learnt and applied to less heinous crimes were coming smoothly now he'd got started. "We'll need an evidence log, a latent print log – we need to get the family notifications over with before the media get the story."

"His sons are hitchhiking around Eastern Europe," said Joe. "So your lads told us. One isn't eighteen yet."

"You wouldn't really want to be told about this over a mobile phone in the street," George realised. "I would rather we got a police officer over there to break it to them. How – how do we get that co–operation?"

"I leave that class of thing to Rick," explained Joe with a slight wave of his hand.

"Sure," said Rick. He slipped a high–tech phone from his inside breast pocket, one which made the Garda issue mobiles look like valve radios.

"What's the procedure?" Shay asked.

"Interpol will tell me where they spend the night," Rick enlightened him. "Over there you present your passport when you take a room. They'll put me on to the nearest police station and I'll tell them the story, get an officer who speaks English to find and tell the kids. If need be I'll phone the kids and tell them to go to the station for some news. And we can tell them to contact the DFA if they have trouble getting flights."

"But they could be anywhere," George realised with a frown. "How do you know you'll get an English speaker on the phone to begin with?"

"They'll speak something I do."

The casual certainty of this utterance added another factor to George Collier's assessment of Rick Norton; very, very bright.

"Here's the coffee," said Rick, in a heartening tone. "Oh, and we'll need a ladder."

Excerpt from Murder At Wicklow Mensa by Clare O'Beara
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