Uh, okay.
“We have an issue here.”
Oh, well, Callen was aware.
His wife was continually reminding him that his ass, albeit sexy, was grass if she had to deal with the woo-woo shit in a castle she didn’t want.
“What kind of a situation?” he asked, sipping his coffee as he waited for an update.
What Callen wanted to do was ask about the man’s well-being, but he needed to tread lightly. The last thing he wanted was for Graham to have to relive it, or feel like they were all talking about him behind his back.
They weren’t, but he had been updated when Gryphen and Ian flew out on his jet.
“We found a bunch of paintings and had an encounter with Duncan after the construction crews took down the wall.”
Oh, well, he was curious.
“How did that go?”
He wanted to laugh.
“About as well as you expect. The wall crashed, Duncan haunted, and now we have more questions than answers. D’Artangnan nearly drowned in the lake, we have the potential of bringing in a psychic to help us out, and we’re worried about bringing the hauntings to a new level.”
Callen was curious.
“Is Michael fine?” he asked.
The man had one answer for that.
He was as fine as he’d ever been, but they weren’t talking about the same kind of fine.
Now, were they?
“He’s good. We’re just worried about bringing a psychic in. We are having a difficult time talking with the dead. They point, and…”
Callen laughed.
“Oh, my wife is going to skin me, wear my tan, and bust my balls unmercifully over all of this,” he admitted.
“I’m sorry, Sir. Ian just believes if we ask to have the curse removed, then it might calm it down here.”
Callen blew it off.
“Just do it,” he said “If a psychic can help figure all of this out, we have to take the risk. We want peace there by the wedding. The President of the United States is on the guest list, and he’s already said he’s coming. The Secret Service, along with the Archangels here will be all riled up. Just make it happen.”
Graham wanted to make sure.
“We can try other things…”
Callen stopped him.
“It’s okay. We’ll take this route, and if it’s already haunted, it can’t get worse.”
Graham hoped they weren’t the famous last words after all of this went down.
“Okay, Sir.”
Callen was curious.
