Imogen Currie. Sorry, that’s Doctor Imogen Winnifred Currie, born Cambridgeshire, England, 1967. Her sun sign is Capricorn. She is the daughter and younger child of Arthur Currie and Marjory Marley. Her childhood friends call her Moge for short. She has very few childhood friends. I won’t bore you with her education and career resume, but both are extensive. She likes work and prefers stonework to people.
An excerpt about Imogen (chapter 4)
Imogen Currie was familiar with the church bells. She used earplugs and kept a tight grasp on the ladder so that when the bell struck noon, she remained steadfast in her position thirty feet above the floor of the old Ballybeg Parish Church. From this advantaged position, she surveyed the village and the surrounding countryside through the chancel window. To the far west, the old asylum building (1844) sat abandoned. The Ballybeg Inn (former priory, 1265), not looking a day over two hundred, posed on its island across the river from the war memorial (1922) in the centre of the village square (1895). The substantial bulk of the distillery (1608) anchored the southeast of the village. She could even see the oldest tree in the village: a gigantic double oak tree on the eastern boundary that was more than eleven hundred years old. Its roots ran so deep and so far that no construction could occur on that side of the village without killing the tree. To the northeast, the ruins of Dundurn Castle (year unknown) clung to its rocky ledge above the ocean. But more locally, in fact directly below her, she saw that old charlatan Seamus in the churchyard, performing his usual malarky. His daughter, Morag, was chatting to a woman wearing a bright multicoloured jacket.
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Kara looked down at her tabbed, colour-coded notebook. “Are there McKinneys in your family? Do you think we’re related?”
“Perhaps,” mused Imogen. “My great-grandmother came from here. She was a McKinney. Beyond that, I know very little. I suppose, in a manner of speaking, anyone who can trace their ancestor back to Ballybeg in the eighteenth century is likely related somehow to everyone else. That’s just science.” She reached out her hand and shut Kara’s book, asking, “Is that why you came to find me?”
C.A. Logan Author 