Cry of the Banshee by Heather Graham EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Heather Graham
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Jackson Crow, Supervising Field Agent for the subtitled Krewe of
Hunters unit of the FBI, looked up as his wife and second-in-command,
Angela Hawkins-Crow, pushed open his office door.
He peered at her expectantly. They generally used their phones when
they needed to communicate about a case. Not that he wasn’t happy to see
her. It was pretty amazing that they worked together, but then the Krewe
was a pretty amazing thing in and of itself.
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“Angela? Come on in.”
The look on her face showed concern and disconcertment. At first, he’d
been afraid that something had happened to one of their children, teenage
Corby or little Victoria, but he knew Angela wouldn’t be so calm if that
were the case.
“What is it?” he asked her, concerned and disconcerted himself.
She walked the rest of the way in and sat in front of his desk. For a
minute, he remembered their first case in New Orleans and how he had
admired her for her work ethic and ability. That had quickly turned to love.
Angela was professional, and even all these years later, she was still one of
the most stunning women he had ever met with her swath of long hair and
bright, always-caring eyes.
She leaned forward. “How do you feel about a trip to Ireland?”
He sat back, curious. “Angela, we have a European division now—”
“But this is personal.”
“In Ireland?”
She nodded slowly. “Okay. So…you know I have a cousin—second
cousin or cousin once removed, whatever—from my mom’s side. Anyway,
to make a long story short—”
“Too late.” Jackson grinned.
“Right. My mom’s mom was a Darien. And while we weren’t in line to
inherit, though I wouldn’t have wanted to be in the running, there is a Castle
Darien about an hour from Dublin.”
“Wait. I remember. Pretty girl, pretty name. Moira. We went to lunch
with her when she was back in the States to tie up some loose ends here. An
actress, right? She came to redo a few shots for a commercial or
something.”
Angela nodded. “Yes. Moira. She was in tears and begged me to come.
Me. Not a stranger, Jackson.”
“Why? What happened?”
Angela let out a long sigh. “Okay, so, she inherited Castle Darien from
her beloved grandmother, the direct heiress. And she—”
“Is she a lady? A princess? Or—?”
“I believe she is addressed as lady, but the real titles were lost long ago.
The point is, she’s afraid she’s losing her mind. She heard a banshee crying,
and then her grandmother died. She heard it again when some accidents
happened at the castle. And then—”
“Accidents?”
“An elderly man drowned in the river, and then a would-be thief fell off
the wall.”
“Sad, but—”
“Now, they found one of their tourists dead in the ladies’ room.”
“Okay…” he said slowly.
“Jackson, she thinks the woman was murdered this time. She was a
perfectly healthy American tourist when she walked into the castle, a
woman of only thirty-eight. And Moira found her dead of an apparent heart
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