by Claudy Conn
One fact stood out. This nightmare had been going on ever since she had accepted the temporary summer job awaiting her in Brionn, a town just outside Dublin.
She questioned the wisdom of taking the job. She had been so determined, so convinced this was the answer. Had she been wrong? She suspected her grandmother had somehow arranged the job offer, but she had reasons all her own for ignoring that and accepting the job anyway. She smiled as she thought of Grams telling her, “Go, you won’t be far from Dublin where you can go to Temple Bar and have a bit of fun. You need to get away, love.”
Her grandmother had nearly pushed her out the door.
It wasn’t hard to figure out why. She knew her grams didn’t want her snooping about New York City during her summer vacation.
She knew her dear sweet Grams was afraid she might find out something that could bring her harm…just as it had her parents.
Chazma’s eyes narrowed with her flitting thoughts. Finger wagging, she had accused Grams, ”I know you are behind this Brionn thing, Grams, don’t try and deny it. I know how many ties you still have in Ireland.”
Her grandmother had waved a hand at her. “Nonsense. Now take the job or don’t. ’Tis only because I think you’ll have some much-needed fun while you are there.”
I mean, really! Chaz had pulled a face at her grandmother. Now she turned from the mirror, the scene still vivid in her mind. She could almost see the lie waving hello at her. How had such a job advertisement landed in the Wilmington local paper? And now that she recalled Grams’s hazel eyes had twinkled mysteriously as she put the classified in front of her and said, “Best be finding something to do before you start working at the university in the fall. I don’t want you moping around here all summer as I plan to spend my time with Miriam in Myrtle Beach.”
Chaz had looked down at the ad and it jumped out at her, as though it had been spelled. She remembered now that she had looked up from the ad at her grandmother, who had suddenly gotten busy with pots and pans. Spelled? Her grandmother had given up the art a long time ago.
Grams didn’t know that she was immune to ordinary spells. No. Only her mother had known that. It was a secret Chazma kept for a reason.
Chazma Donnelly had graduated top of her class and then was immediately hired by the university she had attended for the last four years to take on the job she had dreamed about. A computer whiz, her specialty was database design and web development. In addition to the skills she had acquired through love and study, she had worked for three of the last four years, doing nearly everything one could do in the university library. She discovered a toe-curling interest in ancient texts. She relished running her hands over their worn covers and feel the love and effort that had gone into preserving them. She even enjoyed the menial tasks of gathering books and putting them back where they belonged.
Hence, when her grandmother had pushed the local paper at her with a job offering that read: Database Designer and Web Developer position available. Needs include electronic book cataloging and website design. Brionn Manor, Ireland. Send resume to: Pringle and Pringle, Box 1212, Dublin, Ireland. She had whooped with excitement.
Chaz sat back, thoroughly struck by such an opportunity. A job that combined both her librarian experience and her computer skills would be over-the-top fantastic. A job that, from the sound of it, was temporary, leaving her free to return in the fall. A job in Ireland, where she had wished to go.
No doubt the owner of Brionn Manor was a private collector of ancient texts, manuscripts, and classic books. This person must have an extensive library. This sounded almost too good to be true. And then she thought of her mom. What would her mom say to her plans? She could see her mother wagging her finger and reciting, “If it looks too good to be true...”
Precisely. A catch was woven in this somewhere, but what it could be she couldn’t fathom. She had read and reread the job offer, a suspicious sensation lighting in her brain. The job was exactly what she wanted, so she told herself with only a twinge of doubt, go for it!
She had a need to get to Ireland, which she couldn’t shake. It was where everything had started. The reason she lost her parents lay bubbling just beneath the surface in a village called Brionn.
No! She objected viciously in her mind. She didn’t just lose them—they didn’t just die. Someone wrenched them viciously, horribly out of her life. It was a devastating loss—more so because she had lost both parents at once. They had been savagely murdered on the streets of New York. The unimaginable tragedy dug holes in her gut.
Her grandmother believed she wanted to go to New York to investigate their murders. It had been a double homicide that had left the police baffled. There had been no DNA, no bullets, nothing left behind except the remains of her parents—torn and shredded and dropped in the gutter to bleed out.
She vowed she would find the beast that had done that to them. The oath lodged in her soul. And Chaz already had an idea just where their vicious killer had originated from, and she knew it wasn’t New York.
She had no intention of wasting time in New York. That was where her parents were slaughtered, but New York wasn’t where it all started, and that wasn’t where it would all end.
She had answered the ad with a letter and a résumé and a week later she received a call from Lord McBain’s attorney advising her that she was hired. He told her that a ticket would be waiting for her at the airline desk at the Wilmington airport.
The time would come very soon when she would wonder if she had gotten in over her head. Way over her head.
About Claudy Conn
Claudy Conn, a native New Yorker, now lives with her husband, Bob; their wolf, Cherokee; and Cherokee’s son, Rocky Man, who weighs in presently at 190 pounds.
She loves horses and riding and raised her ten-year-old gelding Southern Pride from the moment he was born. She also loves gardening, swimming, skiing, hiking, and travel—and of course, reading, writing, but no, she says, no arithmetic!
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