Connor Walsh Htgawm Novels & Stories

All I knew was that her name had been Mary and she’d died when she was in her early thirties. “He loved her? That’s kind of hard to believe.” Mrs. Walsh just gave me a withering look. I shrugged. “He wasn’t particularly kind to my brother or to our da.” Trying to sound casual, I added, “Did you know my da? Connor Gallagher?” At the mention of my da’s name, Mrs. Walsh’s face instantly closed, like a door slamming shut. She turned to open the oven, and after placing the bread inside, she closed the door with a surprisingly loud thwack.

She asks, smacking her brother in the chest. Connor shakes his head. “No, San, this is Declan. I kind of…” He stops talking, takes a deep breath, and rubs the back of his neck uncomfortably. “I kind of went online and hacked into a couple of government systems. That’s how I found him.” Santana gives him a horrified look then pushes his chest. “What the hell, Connor! I told you not to do that.” She smacks his chest again. “What were you thinking? Do you know how much trouble you can get in? You could go to jail!”