Despite her blasé attitude, the damned comb and the man himself both unnerved her. It took all her concentration to remain focussed on the music. She wanted to call Westport and check on her family. She wasn’t as fanciful as the rest of her family, but the fact his máthair Chríona has supposedly found a comb bothered her. According to legend, he was correct. The Banshee followed the O’Malleys, not the Quinns. He could be lying. Or his grandmother could have dropped the comb herself.But there’d been something familiar in the design.She’d seen a comb like that before, in her own máthair Chríona’s home, shortly before the death of one of her aunts. She’d been a child, and after that, her grandmother had banned all combs from the house. No one, including Sinead, believed that getting rid of a comb could stop fate, could stop the Banshee.She hadn’t seen his comb clearly enough to be sure the etching was the O’Malley crest, but damn it, it could be.No matter what she’d said to Quinn, she was unsettled.
