An old friend

Well out of the hospital, I was more annoyed that we’d lost a day than about anything else. Cian helped me in the car and looked at me with fire in his eyes when he got behind the wheel. “I know you’ve been shot and all, but can I tell you that I’m having the time of my life?” I laughed; the painkillers had made me a bit airy. “You’re welcome; I’d take a bullet for you anytime.” Shutting my mouth before I blurted out any more affectionate words, I took the map and the paper with the clues. “We need to find the church. Are you familiar with the area? I showed him the area I was talking about, and he glanced at it before concentrating on the road. “No, but I have a cousin living near Kilmacrennan. Can we try him?” The town was between Dunfanaghy and Letterkenny; it was worth trying. Finally on the road again, still on the hunt for Every’s lost treasure, at least what was left of it, I dosed off to the sound of Cian humming to himself.

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