Michael was curious.
He wasn’t one to solve things, but he did want to help the dead here find peace. The last thing he’d want to do if he was dead was haunt something.
That was the truth.
“What happened to her?” he asked.
Gabby didn’t know. She’d found very little about her, but that was all online.
“We’d have to research her more. I just recently found out after Tony went back to the states, that she was taken as his next wife. I’m sure the archives have something, since she was technically Duncan’s second wife—or whatever he called her.”
Ian grinned.
“That sounds like a trip into the town to the church like the first time. I do love a fieldtrip where we get to go shopping!”
Gryphen sighed.
“Here we go. My man is on the hunt for answers, and I’ll be pack-mule-ing all the presents back to the States. It looks like we’re all playing investigator and shoppers.”
Ian bumped him in the hip with his own, and knew Gryphen really didn’t mind.
“We can get you another kilt,” he suggested.
Oh, well, sign him up.
Graham actually laughed.
“If the castle is a rocking, don’t come a-knockin’,” he joked, getting a wink from Gryphen.
It wasn’t like he was wrong.
Only, he felt the hand on his ass give him a little grope, and he had to wonder if D’Artangnan would like to shake the walls of the castle more.
God.
He hoped so.
Instead of going there, Graham looked around at the old bottles of alcohol in crates, the paintings, and the books.
“I don’t see bones,” he said. “So does that mean the lake bones are Ciarán’s?”
The second he said it, a wind started picking up, and that was weird because they were inside.
Oh, that wasn’t a draft.
So much for the dead being off having a booty call. That clearly wasn’t happening. They were there with them.
In the distance, out by the crypts, they heard the metal gate slam, and they all jumped.
“Is that a yes or no?” Ian whispered to Gabby, who was holding onto his arm for dear life.
She shrugged.
“I think only Tony can tell us that. We’d need to get them all out for him to reconstruct and maybe have Blue do a facial reconstruction.”
Well, yeah, but getting the bones out of the water was the problem. Michael had nearly met his maker diving for them.
It looked as if he was going to have to go back in.
