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“After what, Bron?” His eyes were teasing.
“I was going to say after you’ve dried off, but I’m open to suggestions.” She shot him a challenging look over her shoulder as she walked ahead of him down the hall.
There was quite a crowd in the Red Dragon on Friday night.
“Here he is now, the man himself,” Charlie Hopkins announced. “What are you drinking, Evan bach?”
“Guinness tonight, thanks, Charlie.” Evan squeezed in beside the bar.
“Guinness for Evans-the-Law, Betsy cariad,” Charlie said. “He’s getting his strength up tonight, for some reason!” He winked at Evan as he chuckled.
Betsy gave Evan a quick glance. “It better not be for a visit down to Caernarfon,” she said.
“Caernarfon?” Evan looked puzzled.
“I heard there’s a young policewoman down there,” Betsy said smoothly. “It seems she’s been asking questions about you.”
“Only doing her job, Betsy love,” Evan said. “She’s familiarizing herself with the personnel. She’s about to be promoted.”
Betsy drew the pint and put it down none too gently in front of Evan. “You tell her not to familiarize herself too much with this personnel,” she said. “In fact you tell her if Bronwen Price ever falls off a cliff while she’s birdwatching, I’m next in line.”
Evan grinned as he heard the chuckles around him. Charlie put a hand on his shoulder. “How about our Bryn, eh, Evan bach? A hero—that’s what the newspaper called him. His grandma’s sent copies of the article to everyone she knows. Who’d have thought it, eh? Frankly we never thought the boy would amount to much, but he’s gone and surprised us all.”
“You never know what a person’s capable of until you give them a chance, do you, Charlie?” Evan said.
“Too true,” Charlie said. “And talking of that, I had a word with Owen Gruffudd—you know, he runs the Gegin Fawr café down the hill. He was asking me about the French lady—upset something dreadful, he was. Then it all came out. He wrote her that note, telling her to get out and all. He thought she’d take away his trade, you see. But it had been preying on his mind ever since.”
“So he wrote the note.” Evan chuckled. “It looks as if there was no extremist group at work after all.”
“Of course there wasn’t,” Charlie said. “We’re all live and let live up here in Llanfair, aren’t we?”
At that moment there was a deafening crash outside—the sound of metal hitting metal and glass splintering. The bar emptied instantly as the men poured out into the street. The road ahead was completely blocked by the collision of two vehicles. As Evan hurried toward the scene, he could see that one of the vehicles was a gray van, the other a green bus. Apparently they had just backed into each other and the drivers were climbing out, rolling up their sleeves and ready to fight.
Table of Contents
Cover
Title
Copyright
Table of Contents
Acknowledgments
Glossary of Welsh Words
Halftitle
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24