Murder in an Irish Cottage. Carlene O'Connor

each one of them was doing, it seemed they were in a heated conversation. Siobhán didn’t realize she was staring until Aiden’s head whipped around as if he sensed her. He then turned and propelled himself away from the professor. How odd. What had they been talking about so intensely, and why had he reacted that way to her spotting them?

      “I can’t bear to be around these people another second,” Jane said. “I’m so tired.”

      So much for a nice day at the market. Siobhán touched Jane’s arm. “Why don’t we go and get that cup of tea?”