If they could clear the air, maybe it would settle down before Elizabeth sashayed her ass here and saw the crazy going down.
She’d burn this castle to the ground and dance around it in her cowboy boots.
Tony nodded.
“Look at you caring like they are family,” he said. “Crazy, huh? And you said you didn’t have family.”
He shook his head.
“You’re a dick.”
Yeah, well, tell him something he didn’t know. What he did know was Graham was a bit better.
And he might just make it yet.
* * *The Ravensmire Castle* * *
The Village
Same Time
Research Time
As they reached the church, there was a note on the door from Alfie McCullum, the minister, and it was bad news for them.
Apparently, he was out running errands, and had locked the place up until he was back later.
Well, that wasn’t going to help.
Now was it?
“Well, crap,” she said, sighing. “It looks like we can’t dig around in the books.”
He reminded her.
“From that message from Ian, he said that they exhausted the book situation. We might have to do it all online.”
He had a point.
While she didn’t mind doing it online, it sounded fun to be an investigator.
“You’re right,” she admitted.
The whole time they were standing outside of the church, Finn was standing beside her, his hand protectively on her back.
Why?
Because he could.
This woman was going to marry him, and he knew how damn lucky he’d gotten.
“This sucks,” she stated. “We have to get some research done on Ciarán Begbie. We only know what that one note from Ceit to Duncan said, and then what Ceit told me in the storage room. If you guys are right, he would have been on the battlefield with Duncan, and might not have been the one who hurt her.”
Finn considered it.
“Unless we find cold hard evidence that says otherwise, mo ghràdh, we can’t say he killed her. We need proof and a reason why. Ceit said there were four spirits there. We still have to figure out who the last one is.”
She knew he was right.