That thought slammed into Maura’s head when she woke up Monday morning after a short and restless night. She lay in bed worrying while the sun came up. Why had Aidan Crowley died at Sullivan’s? Was it going to affect her business? It seemed kind of heartless to worry about that, but she couldn’t help it. It would help if the gardaí could settle the question of Aidan’s death. The one thing they knew for sure was that Aidan’s heart had given out. But had someone frightened him to death? The bruises on his neck hinted at that, but who could say that had made the difference? Maybe it was just Aidan’s time. She made a mental note to call Sean and have him talk with Tim ASAP. Assuming Tim hadn’t run for Dublin already or disappeared entirely. Did she believe Tim’s story? Maybe. Maura could understand from her own life wanting to know who your parents were and where you came from. Of course, there was a slim possibility that Tim was obsessed with the man who had knocked up his mother, and had come seeking revenge.
