“What else can I do?” Colin didn’t respond right away. Although he refused to give details, it was clear that something was terribly wrong, and whatever it was involved Emma and, at least potentially, the situation with the American pair, Naomi MacBride and Ted Kavanagh. This obviously was a difficult call for Colin. Finian was glad he’d been in the guest suite, alone, when his phone rang. So far, he hadn’t been much help. No, he didn’t know what was in the package Oliver had sent to Rock Point for Emma. No, Finian didn’t know who else knew about the package. It had been picked up on Wednesday afternoon, before the American woman—Naomi MacBride—had discovered Martin Hambly at the dovecote yesterday morning. “MacBride checked into the pub on Wednesday,” Colin said. “She had time to go to the dovecote? Did your waiter put her at or near York’s farm then?” Finian understood what Colin was getting at. Could Naomi MacBride have pushed Martin Hambly down the stream bank, or possibly have seen the package, then intercepted it in Rock Point?
