Before he’d finished his sentence, however, she was out of the car and rushing toward a break in the hawthorn through which one of his men had just disappeared. Danny caught up with her as she stumbled to a stop with a sharp intake of breath. Following her gaze, he saw Kilmoon through the hawthorn branches, looking as broody as ever. The church stood off the roadside, and the overgrown hedgerows had hidden her from view. Merrit stared at Kilmoon’s cracked facade, patting her chest, her expression settling somewhere between dismay and horror. “Kilmoon Church,” she said. “Of course. It had to be.” Before Danny could pursue this most interesting statement, O’Neil appeared to block her path. Worry lines appeared between his eyes. “Excuse me, sir.” He sneezed. His nose and eyes were red. “Clarkson is stuck in a meeting, but he said he’d be here in about two hours. Meanwhile, the scene needs a superior officer—”
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