opened the door to Hennessey's old Irish pub in downtown Ridgeburgh. The daylight from outside illuminated the pub, and all eyes turned toward the doorway. Some of the regulars squinted with annoyed looks on their faces, until they recognized Ken.
"Hey there, laddy,” the bartender yelled, and Ken gave a wave to the old timer named Patrick.
The bar had been in the Hennessey family for twenty years. It had the reputation of making the best burgers in town, never mind an award-winning corn beef and cabbage meal.
Ken waved at a few other patrons then walked directly to Eddie, who sat at his spot in the corner. Eddie looked up from his beer and burger, smiling.
"I tried to wait for you, partner, but you're thirty minutes late.” Eddie gave him a hard time. Just teasing him a little, like usual.
"Bullshit! You said 1:00 p.m., 12:30p.m.,” Ken argued, as he slid into the old, grass green leather booth.
"Hirs ya beer, Kenny, me boy,” Patrick interrupted, in a distinct Irish brogue. He placed the coaster down first, then the beer.
"Thanks, Pat. Can you put in a burger for me? Rare, please,” Ken said.
"Already in. It will be ready in a snap.” Patrick stood there, smiling. He was a likable man, in his late sixties, with dark red hair and a face full of freckles. He was tall, like Eddie, standing over 6 ft, and built like a bulldog.
"So, ya haven't been round in a while, Kenny. I her you've been real busy with the lassies. Have ya fund tat special one yet?” Patrick asked and Eddie laughed.
"Maybe,” Ken added with confidence, and Eddie gave him a funny look.
"Who would that be?” Eddie replied sarcastically, as he lifted the burger to his mouth.
"The gorgeous and sexy Detective Lauren Phelps, my man."
He dropped his burger back down on his plate, then fell back against the booth.
"Who are you kidding? She showed no interest whatsoever.” He sounded rather annoyed, and both Ken and Patrick appeared to notice. Eddie quickly glanced away.
"Her toes! Did you see those beautiful toes? She's perfect."
"She laughed at you, Ken, when you snuck your home telephone number to her, remember?"
"She's just a little shy, a little reserved, that's all. We were talking before you rudely interrupted us."
Eddie rolled his eyes, while Patrick listened.
"Oh, yeah. You don't want to talk about that right? That's when you rudely interrupted us, called her a bimbo, then continued to act like a jerk.” Ken sneered.
"Sounds like tis lassie cot me boy off guad? What dus tis Lauren look like?"
"She's gorgeous, Pat, a classy, young woman with long brown hair, big bold green eyes, and a body ... mmmm.” Ken closed his eyes, obviously fantasizing.
"And a cop, a detective ta boot?” Patrick sounded rather surprised.
"A damn good detective, with a perfect record and is very well respected,” Eddie said.
Both Patrick and Ken eyed Eddie in obvious surprise. They exchanged glances with one another, then looked back at him.
"And how would you know that?” Ken asked.
"Listen, if we're going to be working a case with someone outside the jurisdiction and the city no less, then I want to know that she's more than capable of handling things."
"What else did you find out about her?” Ken asked and he could tell Eddie was getting annoyed, but he didn't care.
Ken had the feeling that both Lauren and Eddie were attracted to one another. He witnessed first hand the small glance exchanged, and the rushing flow of blood to each of their cheeks. His gut had proven correct, now that Eddie admitted to checking her out.
"She's a bit on the young side but has a lot of cases under her belt."
"She sunds fuscinatin, Eddie. Ya shud bring the lass by here sum time, so I can meet ter.” Patrick tossed the white dishtowel over his shoulder.
Eddie lost some coloring in his cheeks as he leaned back against the booth before turning away. The comment seemed to hit a bad chord with Eddie.
Both Ken and Patrick noticed it. Patrick placed his hand on
"Hey there, laddy,” the bartender yelled, and Ken gave a wave to the old timer named Patrick.
The bar had been in the Hennessey family for twenty years. It had the reputation of making the best burgers in town, never mind an award-winning corn beef and cabbage meal.
Ken waved at a few other patrons then walked directly to Eddie, who sat at his spot in the corner. Eddie looked up from his beer and burger, smiling.
"I tried to wait for you, partner, but you're thirty minutes late.” Eddie gave him a hard time. Just teasing him a little, like usual.
"Bullshit! You said 1:00 p.m., 12:30p.m.,” Ken argued, as he slid into the old, grass green leather booth.
"Hirs ya beer, Kenny, me boy,” Patrick interrupted, in a distinct Irish brogue. He placed the coaster down first, then the beer.
"Thanks, Pat. Can you put in a burger for me? Rare, please,” Ken said.
"Already in. It will be ready in a snap.” Patrick stood there, smiling. He was a likable man, in his late sixties, with dark red hair and a face full of freckles. He was tall, like Eddie, standing over 6 ft, and built like a bulldog.
"So, ya haven't been round in a while, Kenny. I her you've been real busy with the lassies. Have ya fund tat special one yet?” Patrick asked and Eddie laughed.
"Maybe,” Ken added with confidence, and Eddie gave him a funny look.
"Who would that be?” Eddie replied sarcastically, as he lifted the burger to his mouth.
"The gorgeous and sexy Detective Lauren Phelps, my man."
He dropped his burger back down on his plate, then fell back against the booth.
"Who are you kidding? She showed no interest whatsoever.” He sounded rather annoyed, and both Ken and Patrick appeared to notice. Eddie quickly glanced away.
"Her toes! Did you see those beautiful toes? She's perfect."
"She laughed at you, Ken, when you snuck your home telephone number to her, remember?"
"She's just a little shy, a little reserved, that's all. We were talking before you rudely interrupted us."
Eddie rolled his eyes, while Patrick listened.
"Oh, yeah. You don't want to talk about that right? That's when you rudely interrupted us, called her a bimbo, then continued to act like a jerk.” Ken sneered.
"Sounds like tis lassie cot me boy off guad? What dus tis Lauren look like?"
"She's gorgeous, Pat, a classy, young woman with long brown hair, big bold green eyes, and a body ... mmmm.” Ken closed his eyes, obviously fantasizing.
"And a cop, a detective ta boot?” Patrick sounded rather surprised.
"A damn good detective, with a perfect record and is very well respected,” Eddie said.
Both Patrick and Ken eyed Eddie in obvious surprise. They exchanged glances with one another, then looked back at him.
"And how would you know that?” Ken asked.
"Listen, if we're going to be working a case with someone outside the jurisdiction and the city no less, then I want to know that she's more than capable of handling things."
"What else did you find out about her?” Ken asked and he could tell Eddie was getting annoyed, but he didn't care.
Ken had the feeling that both Lauren and Eddie were attracted to one another. He witnessed first hand the small glance exchanged, and the rushing flow of blood to each of their cheeks. His gut had proven correct, now that Eddie admitted to checking her out.
"She's a bit on the young side but has a lot of cases under her belt."
"She sunds fuscinatin, Eddie. Ya shud bring the lass by here sum time, so I can meet ter.” Patrick tossed the white dishtowel over his shoulder.
Eddie lost some coloring in his cheeks as he leaned back against the booth before turning away. The comment seemed to hit a bad chord with Eddie.
Both Ken and Patrick noticed it. Patrick placed his hand on
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