The worry of Avril Ryan being associated with the ‘Cabhrui’ website hangs heavy in my mind. Lucas and I talked about it. We searched Google for the website to see if there were any clues but we couldn’t find anything. It was gone. We googled Avril Ryan but there was nothing new that I didn’t already know. Lucas advised me to push it out of my head and enjoy the week ahead. I told him I’d try, and I will try, but it’s hard, especially when Andriu suggested Faye might have been involved. Was he serious or just thinking out loud? Trying to get his own head around the events of that week when Faye threw him out of Huntley Lodge.

I refuse to believe that Faye would hurt anyone. It would be so out of character for the Faye I knew and loved for all those years. But I am surprised she told the detectives I may have known Avril Ryan. Is she trying to shift attention away from herself?

Here I go again, trying to figure it out. I need to let go, if only for a couple of days to concentrate on the wedding. Then I’ll be leaving and this nightmare will soon be a distant memory. At least I hope so because this could really mess things up.

I’ve a to-do list as long as my arm to get through and the first thing on that list is my dad. So today I’m calling in to see him after work to make sure he has everything he needs to walk me up the aisle and that the house is ready to receive the bridal party. I’ll give the place a once-over, make sure the bedroom that we’re getting prepared in is clean and ready and that he’s removed all those empty suitcases and boxes from the landing that I asked him to.

I look down the quays and see big black clouds approaching in the distance. The river is full of energy this morning, flowing at a great pace. The air is damp and I’m adding to my list of things to do, in my head, when I see her image. Avril Ryan. Her face is on the front page of the newspaper being read by a man who’s leaning against a barber’s shop door. My heart sinks. Something has happened. Some new information must have come to light if her picture is on the front of the newspaper again. I want to go over to the man, grab the paper and see what’s going on but I can’t do that.