“I saw him look very closely at the man’s hand. I wonder if it was anything to do with that?”

“His hand?” Marina’s eyes narrowed. “Were you there?”

“Sorry, yes. Maeve texted me.” I turned to spoon coffee into the pot. I chose not to mention Molloy for some reason, though if Marina had come back the night before, there was a good chance she’d have seen him at breakfast. I poured boiling water into the pot and stirred it up.

I realized Marina had been silent for a few seconds. When I turned around, she was pale, hand over her mouth.

“Did you see anything else?” she asked.

I shook my head. “Only what I’ve said. The body was covered. Why?”

Marina frowned. “Harry seemed very disturbed. He made a beeline for some medical books when he came in, started looking at pictures on the internet on his phone.”

“But he didn’t say why or what it was that was bothering him?” I joined her at the table.

“I think he was being very careful not to say too much, kept saying he was a GP not a pathologist.”

I sighed. Harry was right. I guessed I’d have to wait with everyone else to find out. Marina’s reaction to Harry’s upset showed that she cared about him. I poured her a top-up. “Are you heading back to Sligo today?”

She made a face. “If I can. I don’t know what state the roads are in.” She glanced at the window. “It’s only drizzling now, but I think what fell yesterday is the problem.”

I nodded. “The pathologist couldn’t get here last night. I don’t know if she’s managed it today.”

The rain did seem to have eased off and I was beginning to come around to the idea of heading into Glendara after all, if only to see what was happening. Curiosity was getting the better of me. But then it always did.

Marina stood up, mug in hand. “Anyway, I’d better go up and pack, on the off chance I actually get to travel. Do you mind if I take this up with me?”

“Of course not.” I tried not to think about how many half-drunk mugs of coffee might be in my spare bedroom. I hadn’t been able to find my favorite Trust me, I’m a lawyer mug since I’d got back. “I think I might brave it into Glendara to get a newspaper, considering I haven’t seen an Irish weekend paper for six months.”

“Be careful of the road at the turn off to Culdaff,” she said in the doorway. “There’s quite a lake there. You don’t want to flood the Mini.”

“Noted.” I didn’t bother to tell her my car was in town, but I was surprised she hadn’t noticed its absence from outside the house. I called Glendara Taxis.