He snorted.
“Yeah, you’re better off not knowing. This place is haunted AF and Elizabeth is going to kill her husbands when she finds out how bad it is. Clearly, a lot has happened when you and Ian left—or you and Ian opened Pandora’s Box of badness.”
Oh, no doubt there.
This was why he didn’t want to investigate and play ghost hunter in the haunted castle.
Call him crazy, but this outcome proved he’d been right.
When they heard a big boom, they looked around, not sure where that came from.
“Why did that sound like a wall came crashing down?” he asked.
Because with their luck, it absolutely did.
And on someone.
In this castle, one never knew what was going to happen next.
Unfortunately.
* * *The Ravensmire Castle* * *
At the Airport
Same Time
Oh, well, it was crystal clear that everyone thought that he was an idiot.
Well, he wasn’t.
All Riley had to do was listen to the chatter, and keep his nose to the pavement to get all the information he needed.
And he had.
All it took was listening to the countrywide news, specifically the rag tabloids.
What did he find?
The answers.
The one bodyguard that Michael was closest to was leaving from an airport out West to a location outside of the country.
Where to?
Scotland.
Ironically enough, he recalled Michael telling him that the Blackhawks had a stronghold there where they could lay low when need be.
Riley was betting it all on that one piece of information that Michael had given him in passing during dinner one night.
Like any good reporter, he squirreled away intel for later use, and this time, it would come in handy.
No.
Doubt.
Yes, he was tracking Blackhawks, and anyone else that he could use to figure out where Michael was.
