The following is an excerpt from my Irish mystery novel, Into the Fog, a sequel to Through the Fog.
“Niall; Fearghal. Step in side and have a whiskey.” The look on their faces was almost worth the days that came after.
“Told you he was here.”
“You also said he wasn’t a fool. You’re one for two, Niall.”
Niall glared at his older, larger (but, shall we say, less intellectual?) brother and moved toward the front step. “I’ve given up whiskey entirely, Martin, but a cup of something hot wouldn’t go amiss.” I had to step back inside to make room in the doorway for them to come in.
Fearghal O’ Quinn wasn’t quite tall enough to duck as he came through, but he filled a normal sized room well enough. Niall, not as tall and not as broad, always seemed restless, as if he were anticipating a surprise he wasn’t going to like.
Niall jostled Fearghal. “Get in, get in; my backside’s hanging out the door.” Stepping around his brother, he stopped cold.