Chapter 1She went by Rose.
She’d been born Margaret Rose O’Hearn. But she’d never gone by Margaret.
That’s what her granddaughter said anyway.
She was originally from the old country. That was Sean’s old country, not Andy’s. Andy’s was Italy. Generations ago, really. But Sean Callahan’s family were all Irish on both sides. He’d told Andy that plenty of times.
It seemed to Andy that when someone reached the ripe old age of ninety-five, their life and death should be peaceful, so there was something particularly wrong with the life of someone Rose’s age ending so violently.
Like the previous victim, Rose had been strangled.
Sean wore his puppy-dog look as he crouched next to what used to be Rose. Her granddaughter, Kathy, had discovered the body when she’d come to do a welfare check. A
