A Decklin Kilgarry Suspense Mystery Series

To many, Shannon’s was the quintessential Irish pub - a brawl or two wasn’t out of the question, especially when interlopers decided to take matters into their own hands. The place where fishermen chose to meet, the fragrance of gutted fish was first to greet those brave enough to open the door. Most important? Tourists weren’t particularly welcomed. Keegan checked his watch, questioning whether he made the right decision - tipping a pint with someone he didn’t know wasn’t his thing, causing him to question ulterior motives.

While change is often a good thing, Decklin Kilgarry didn’t think it was necessarily so. After returning stateside following a prolonged period of time to figure out what the hell he was going to do with his life, realistic disappointment settled in, leaving him with one, stark realization....

When Decklin Kilgarry decided to accept an adjunct professorship at a prestigious, East Coast university, he never imagined he'd be embroiled in a mystery staged to challenge the most brilliant criminal minds. Nor did he think he might in a murderer's crosshairs . . .

As candles flickered, she pulled out a small stool then sat, resting her palms gently on the surface of the smooth wood. Then, again reaching into her robe pocket, she pulled out a small, sepia-colored photograph, resting it against a plain, black urn. With candle flames mirrored in her eyes, Amelia lit the cigar with one of the candles, blowing its thick, acrid smoke at the photo—and, it was then she spoke, her words unintelligible. Chanting her desires, she gently picked up the photograph, raising it to her God.