What was the worst that could happen?
He’d die?
It wasn’t like he’d know it if he died, now would he?
Pulling off the sling, he rolled his arm, and knew he would be good.
You never forgot how to ride a bike.
Ever.
“Oh, and welcome tae bonnie Scotland! Hope ye have a braw time while ye’re here—cut loose, soak it up, and hae a wee bit o’ fun. Folk here are pure sound, ye’ll no be short o’ good craic and kind hearts.”
He said nothing but instead got onto the bike, put the key in the ignition, and cranked it over.
As it warmed up, he tapped his watch, starting the GPS to get him to the castle.
For the time being, until he was called home, it looked like Scotland was going to keep him company.
Well, he’d had worse company here.
Company that broke his heart in ways he’d never been able to fix it.
Thank God Graham Lainey was off doing who knew what.
Michael had to heal.
Being hurt again…Michael was pretty sure his heart couldn’t handle it.
Not.
At.
All.
* * *The Ravensmire Castle* * *
The Castle
Early Evening
Six P.M.
Honestly, it had been a busy four weeks, and that was because Graham had the difficult job of updating Callen and Chris about what had happened at the castle.
To say that they were freaking out…
That would be an understatement.
They needed this project to move forward, and because of that, they opted not to let the authorities know there were remains in the lake.
With a little convincing from Gabby, Finn had been willing to turn his head the other way.
For now.
Thankfully.
When they figured out how to approach this, then, and only then, would they be notifying the cops there.
