Patrick's Day Murder @page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } Chapter ThreeThe only sound in the Pennysaver office was the familiar click as the furnace switched on, followed a moment or two later by the whir of the fan that blew the heated air out through the register, making the venetian blinds rattle.Dylan looked from one anxious face to another, reading the bad news in their expressions. “Something has happened to my brother?” he asked, raising his thick eyebrows.“I’m afraid so,” said Ted, clearing his throat. “It seems he went missing about three days ago.”“Missing? What do you mean?” said Dylan.“The Bilge has been closed for three days,” said Ted. “And there was no sign of Old Dan”—he paused and swallowed hard—“until this morning. They found a body in the harbor, and they think it’s his.”Dylan seemed to sway on his feet, so Phyllis quickly wheeled her chair around from behind the counter and held it for him until he was safely seated.
