eighteen

Friday, 19-Mar

Fact: Once again, I’ve been questioned about a murder.

Fact: Once again, I’m two degrees of separation from the victim.

You must be shaking your head at my expense, reflecting that we relive the same lessons until we catch a bloody clue. If we were in the same room together, I’d say “eff off” before you had a chance to say it aloud.

It wasn’t a serious questioning, thankfully. The detectives are gathering statements from everyone who went to the pub over the weekend before and after Joseph Macy’s death. Makes sense, I suppose, but I was surprised that DS Ahern (I’d met him before while he was off duty—he’s a good father) chose to speak to me personally. He honed in on Nathan, wanting to know when I met him, how long I’ve known him, and what I knew about him.

From the DS’s questions, it’s obvious that Nathan knew the victim. What could I say? I don’t know Nathan well enough to venture opinions to the Garda about his state of mind. Not like I did with PatientZ.

This time around I can’t help or hinder the investigation.

Fact: Once again, the man I’m attracted to is my connection to death.