Page 25 of The Valiant Knight
“Nah. Point me at the bugs, bones, and remains. That’s my thing.”
Yeah, he’d heard that about the man.
“I’ve made dinner, and we’ll get to know each other before we head into the village,” he said. “Want me to carry‘for the love of God, stop barking’?” he asked, grinning.
Gabby laughed.
Oh, someone had a sense of humor. That was going to make this trip fun too.
“I mean, sure. He’s harmless. Just annoying. We can shorten his name to FTLOGSB,” she teased.
He winked at her.
“I think I’ll call him Bark. People will think I’m having a stroke if I call him FTLOGSB.”
That was probably true.
Taking the dog carrier, Graham hoisted it by the strap over his shoulder. Then, he escorted them to the truck so he and Tony could load up.
As she stood there, Gabby watched. The man was a gentleman, and already, she liked him.
The bottom line was that he had kind eyes. She’d learned in life that the eyes were windows to the soul, and you could read a person by looking into them.
And she’d had her experience with evil ones.
They were unforgettable too.
As the men finished loading up the truck, they each went to a door, and hopped in.
For the ride to the castle, she was the cream in the man sandwich.
Well, her and Bark.
As they headed out, Graham talked to them about their duty there. He wanted to give them a heads-up as to what they had to do.
The ground was thawing, and Ceit’s body would be accessible. They had a warm streak, and the ice was thawing everywhere.
“We have a grave not far from the cliff,” he said, pointing up to the outcropping that dropped off on both sides. “Callen wants her moved back into her crypt in the castle, and to have her identified. I know that’s difficult since she died before the sixteen hundreds, but he wants to make sure it’s a woman in her grave.”
Tony was to the point.
“I can identify her, and I can give Callen confirmation. If we have her skull, and it’s in good shape, we have the ability to give the woman her face back.”
That.
Was.
Wild.
“That’s perfect. I know Callen is hoping that digging her up doesn’t disturb her ghost. She’s been quiet the last few weeks.”
What was this?
The anthropologist was amused.
In fact, Tony laughed.
“There’s no such thing as ghosts. When you’re dead, you’re dead.”
