Sham Rock - Hardcover

McInerny, Ralph

Hardcover

ISBN 10: 031258265X ISBN 13: 9780312582654

Publisher: Minotaur Books, 2010

Synopsis

The University of Notre Dame relies on Roger Knight, the rotund professor of Catholic Studies, and his brother Philip, a semiretired PI, to investigate certain delicate situations that could put the school in a bad light. Students, faculty, and alumni, like David Williams, are all fair game.

Having been a successful financial adviser until recently, David has returned to campus to renege on a pledged donation to the university’s ethics program. While he’s there, one of his former classmates sends a letter confessing to the murder and a secret burial of one of their closest friends, a student who had gone missing decades before and was never found. As students, David, Patrick, and Timothy made up the “Trinity,” an irreverent nickname for three close friends and fierce rivals---be it for on-campus prestige or the affections of a beautiful St. Mary’s student from across the road.

Ready to help the school put the whole sordid tragedy behind them, Roger and Philip set about the sad task of unearthing Timothy’s body, only to find that they have a much bigger mystery with which to contend.

With rivalries rekindled and the brothers Knight digging into the university’s past, Sham Rock, the latest in Ralph McInerny’s well-loved mystery series, is as witty and charming as ever

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About the Author

RALPH McINERNY is the author of more than fifty books, including the popular Father Dowling series, and has taught for over fifty years at the University of Notre Dame, where he is the director of the Jacques Maritain Center. He has been awarded the Bouchercon Lifetime Achievement Award and appointed to the President’s Committee on the Arts and Humanities. He lives in South Bend, Indiana.

Reviews

Knight brothers Roger, a professor, and Philip, a semiretired PI, look into a decades-old disappearance in McInerney's absorbing 13th Notre Dame mystery (after 2008's The Green Revolution). With the economy in a downward slide, financial adviser David Williams, class of '89, returns to his alma mater to renege on his generous offer to fund a new building and to visit his son, who's a Notre Dame junior. Meanwhile, Notre Dame's associate archivist receives an unusual donation from a priest alumnus—a box containing newspaper clippings, a short story, and other items related to a classmate and close friend of David's, Timothy Quinn, who went missing 20 years earlier and has long since been presumed dead. Roger and Philip delve into the past to find out what happened to Timothy and how his loss affected a small, tight-knit group of college friends. Fans of light whodunits will like this one. Sadly, McInerney died January 29, 2010. (Apr.)
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Tim, Dave, and Pat were best friends at Notre Dame, class of 1989. Pat wrote plays; Tim and Dave were actors. There was also a girl who unintentionally came between the trio. In the aftermath of a dispute over her, Tim Quinn disappeared and was never seen again, possibly the victime of foul play. Dave Williams, one of the survivors, is a financial advisor who’s taken a hit in the current economy. Pat Pelligrino, the third member of the trio, is a Trappist monk living in seclusion. Then Pat sends his papers detailing the Quinn case and his role in it to the university archivist, who turns to brothers Roger and Philip Knight—a professor and a semiretired private eye—for their insight. In an added twist, Pat hands over a small fortune to Dave. Guilt money? As always, the late McInerny offers a revealing portrait of campus life as a backdrop for his cozies. His plots are carefully revealed, with more than a few red herrings, and the humor is subtle and ever present. Roger and Philip Knight will be missed, as will McInerny’s other series character, Father Dowling. --Wes Lukowsky

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Sham Rock

PART ONE

BURYING THE HATCHET

1

FROM AN AISLE SEAT ON THE LEFT side of the plane, David Williams had an imperfect vision of the campus as they descended toward the South Bend airport. The lady in the window seat pressed her face to the glass, all but obscuring his view. No matter. He sat back with a wry smile, remembering all the times he had come along this flight path in his own plane, always taking the controls for the landing once he had feasted his eyes on the Notre Dame campus. He felt like a Roman general who had fought one too many campaigns. There would be no triumphal welcome this time. Only a memento mori.

The plane touched down; there was the roar of reversed engines as they decelerated along the runway. He had a glimpse of the tower across from the terminal and of a few private craft anchored to the runway. That was where he had always directed his own plane after landing, off among the elite, not like the rest of men. Another bead on the rosary of his personal sorrowful mysteries.

When the plane reached the terminal and drew to a stop, there was a long delay while the unchecked bags were removed and arrayed so that passengers could grab them as they headed inside. Meanwhile they stood with bowed heads in the aisle for ten minutes, impatiently looking ahead to see when movement would begin. All the aggravation of commercial flights would be familiar to him from now on, at least until ... Hope flared, then died.

Inside the terminal, past seats filled with people waiting to fly out, he went with the others through the revolving doors and up the graded walkway to the baggage carousel. Expectant faces awaited the arrivals, and soon, all around him, there were reunions, passengers being greeted, the babble of happiness. Fifteen minutes went by before a light flashed and the belt began to move. He did not join the jostling group gathered to watch for their baggage. Now that he was here, he was in no hurry, no hurry at all.

When he had his bag, having watched it go round twice until it was the only one unclaimed, he rolled it to the rental counter to get a car. The clerk was a woman no longer young on whom incompetence sat like a lifelong curse. Her name tag read GLORIA. She drew her lower lip between her teeth as she sought his name on her computer, her expression doubtful.

"Williams?"

"Williams." He half expected her to ask him to spell it.

When she found it, she glowed as if she had won the lottery. Meanwhile Dave, looking beyond her, could see the envelope with his name written on it with a felt-tip pen--but of course there were papers to sign.

He handed her a credit card, and she scanned it; her expression once more gave way to doubt. Gloria frowned and chewed on her lip. Her eyes when she looked at him were wide with confusion.

"It doesn't go through."

"Try this one." He slid another across the counter, and she traded for it with some reluctance.

The second card was accepted, thank God. He had started to feel a sudden kinship with the clerk.

While Gloria had trouble printing out the forms, he leaned against the counter and looked down the curved line of the terminal.Nothing was familiar to him here. When was the last time he had flown into South Bend on a commercial flight? It was not a question he cared to dwell on since it called up the golden interval since that was no more.

He signed and initialed the forms which, in another lucky win, Gloria had produced."Thank you," he said when, at last, he had the envelope with his key in it.

"No problem." A relieved smile. There were no other customers to disturb the even tenor of her ways. A large paperback with a multicolored cover lay open next to her computer like a downed bird. He made out the author's name in electric blue. Casey Winthrop!

"How do you like it?"

Gloria pursed her lips and wagged her head. "It's a living."

"I meant the book."

"If I didn't read I'd go crazy."

"I know the feeling."

But any rapport he had established was gone. Gloria had taken the mention of her book as an accusation. Guilt is everywhere.

 

 

He found his car, got in, and sat for a moment smelling its newness. When he turned the ignition key he saw there were less than a thousand miles on the odometer. What was the average lifetime of a car as a rental? Ah well, cars, like everything else, are temporary.

The road he drove along after exiting the airport suggested a city in decay; large, once desirable houses had been converted into insurance agencies, doctors' offices, a palm reader. He passed a storefront with a huge sign announcing that checks were cashed there. It seemed to be a pawnshop as well.

The downtown area was a slight improvement. He crossed theSt. Joseph River and after several blocks turned north, headed for campus.

The avenue that led to campus was now lined with newly constructed houses, designed to look older than they were, the university's effort to reclaim the area by building homes for faculty at attractive prices.

He was caught by the stop sign at Angela Boulevard. Already he could see ahead the great mass of the Main Building and the golden dome on which Our Lady looked ever southward. The sight stirred him, as it always did, as it stirred all alumni, as if they had spent four years staring up at the patroness of Notre Dame.

The guard at the gate gave him a wary welcoming smile when he failed to see a sticker on the window.

"Visitor?"

"I have an appointment with the vice president." He adopted a reassuring smile. "Class of '89."

Did the guard think he meant the vice president? The delay was pro forma; Williams was given a pass.

"Put that in your window."

The bar lifted, and Williams, saluting, moved forward, onto the campus, past Cedar Grove Cemetery on his left with ahead the nine holes of Burke Golf Course that had not yet been claimed for new buildings. Despite the anguish of the past months, despite the reason for his coming, David Williams had the odd sense that he had come home.

SHAM ROCK. Copyright © 2010 by Ralph McInerny. All rights reserved. For information, address St. Martin's Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.

Edition details

• Publisher: Minotaur Books
• Publication date: 2010
• Language: English
• ISBN 10: 031258265X
• ISBN 13: 9780312582654
• Binding: Hardcover
• Edition number: 1
• Number of pages: 288