Page 282 of The Valiant Knight
Oh, he was never drinking again, and that was his solemn vow. Death by Scotch wasn’t a fun way to go out, and he knew that now. His stomach was raw, and he still felt like a band of drummers were having fun in his head.
It sucked.
Big-time.
Luckily for him, the people staying there had banded together to do all of his chores for the day, and they were bringing back food.
Because he didn’t think he had the patience to cook anything today.
Or to hear the goats.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Tony sitting not far away going over some paperwork. He was lost in it, so he took the time to just watch him.
The man was scribbling notes, and he didn’t think he realized he was awake.
But he did.
“Feeling better?” Tony asked.
Graham knew the jig was up, so he sat up and acclimated himself.
“A little. I still have a hangover.”
Yeah, well, when you went that hard with Scotch, you tended to pay for it the next day.
Been there.
Done that.
Working with a hangover was a miserable experience no matter how you looked at it.
“Did I miss anything?” he asked.
Tony got up and headed over to the couch to join the man. When he sat, he shared what Gabby had learned.
“Finn and Gabby did some research, and they found that Ciarán was actually sold to Duncan when he was sixteen. At the time, Duncan was eighteen.”
He listened.
“They began their relationshipPRIORto Ceit even being here.”
Graham was thinking about it.
“So what does that mean?” he asked. “I don’t solve things for a living, so catch me up.”
He did.
“It means that he likely didn’t kill her out of anger. They were trying to hide being gay, and Ceit, if anything, was their cover.”
That was wild.
“That would piss me off,” he said.
“Exactly, but she died first. So Ceit told Gabby there were four spirits here. She thinks she knows who it is, and I agree with her. The letter we found tells us.”
He was trying to think back, but his head hurt.
“Refresh my alcohol-soaked brain.”
