Graham agreed.
“But then where is he?” he asked.
Michael stopped them.
“He might not have dumped his lover in the lake. What if someone did itAFTERDuncan died. That would make me angry and stir me up. We don’t know the timeframe, but we definitely know that Ciarán isn’t buried beside him in the crypt.”
Gabby agreed.
“It was empty.”
Ian was curious as he was thinking about what Michael had said.
“Do you think he’d be angry enough to drown people?” he asked.
It could be.
That rage grew over time, and the spirits might have gone from peaceful to vengeful.
“I’d be furious,” Gryphen admitted. “Over time, I’d fester in it.”
Before anyone could say anything else, Finn came into the room, and it was clear he’d heard them talking.
“I don’t think it’ll be Ciarán or Duncan in the water either,” he admitted. “We’ve seen them standing side-by-side on the shore. It’s like they’re policing that lake and trying to keep the evil in it.”
Well, shit.
That made sense too.
Gabby, Tony, Graham, and Finn had all seen them standing here in the mist at night watching over the lake like they were posted sentry there.
The woman sighed.
“Then, we aren’t any closer to figuring this out,” Gabby admitted. “We still don’t know who is in the water, and we don’t have proof of who killed Ceit. Add to it, now, we don’t know who snuck people in to kill Ciarán. How are we getting more questions and less answers?”
Ian was curious.
“Are there anymore entries in the journal?” he asked.
The man nodded.
“A couple more. He didn’t keep this journal long, or he died right after.”
Gabby knew when he died.
“He lived about ten years after Ciarán died before he did. We definitely have to research this.”
Finn stopped them.
“Well, if anyone is curious, I managed to get the red tape handled. It seems that we’re going to have a wedding today—in a few hours.”
Graham grinned.
“Really, Lad?” he asked.
His friend nodded.
“The Honorable Lord McCafferty is going to perform the ceremony, if you two are still interested.”
