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The group met at the Carlton
Cafe in the morning ready to start fresh,
and Claire was dreading facing Shane's family. Lucky for her most were
already out but the ones that were there were cordial if they spoke at
all. The group gathered all started going over where they had looked
or called. Claire was surprised to hear one place not mentioned. "Has
anyone looked at his beach?" she said aloud and they all looked at her
confused, except Mae. She gave her rosary beads a squeeze and said,"I
forgot all about there, that is a brilliant suggestion. Liam, please
go down and look there". Claire stood up and took Mrs. Filan's hand in
her own, "I know I'm the last person you want to be here really, but
please let me go. It's my fault this all happened, I need to do this.
I need to find Shane". Mae looked back at her and finally nodded,"Aye,
it is your fault. It'll be a long time before we can forgive you but I
talked with Shane about EVERYTHING and he loves you like no other. Go
quickly and if he's there, tell him how much we love him". Claire
hugged her quickly and ran for the jeep, worried that she may not know
the way back there. She was soon there however and her heart started
to beat faster when she saw his BMW there. When she got to the cottage
her heart sank though. Shane was passed out with Guinness bottles all
around and an empty bottle of Jameson whiskey in his arms with a
couple of days beard. She went to touch his face when she noticed how
incredibly warm he felt even though it was cool in the air. He opened
his eyes and he looked at her with glazed eyes, not quite
comprehending it was her."Claire, is it really you?" he said licking
his lips,"I knew you'd come to me. I've been thinking, I don't care if
you're a devil worshipper I love you and I want you back. Please tell
me you don't love Bryan". She stroked his head lovingly and kissed
him,"No, I don't love Bryan. Not the way I love you, it's impossible.
Shane love, don't tell me you drank all of this in a day. This is
strong stuff" she said pointing to the whiskey. He sighed deeply and
started to pass out again,"Not Jameson, Poitin". Poitin was a
moonshine that was 115 to 140 proof and she knew too much could be
lethal for a human. The bottle was empty and he looked so pale, her
heart racing with fear. "Shane" she shouted shaking him but he gave no
response.Picking up his mobile phone she quickly dialed the Cafe."Mrs.
Filan, it's Claire. He's here but you need to send an ambulence or a
doctor, quickly!"....
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