Finn shrugged.
“I’ve never met her. Maisie gave me her first name, and she called her for me. If she can’t figure this out, then we might be shit out of luck here. I can’t think where Duncan could have put Ciarán’s remains.”
He wasn’t the only one.
“And we don’t know who killed Ceit,” Ian said. “We suspect, but we don’t know. We also don’t know who’s in the water. I’d be happy to know that one,” he said. “That lake is dangerous.”
Yes, yes, it was.
Graham put a plate of cookies in front of Gabby, because cookies always made a person feel better.
Well, for him.
“We might have to call this what it is,” he admitted. “The painting should be back soon, and unless it has a map painted under the portrait of Callum, this investigation might be over.”
Yeah, he was right.
“I’d like to find where Catherine’s child’s remains are,” Gabby said. “She deserves peace.”
Yes, yes, she did.
Only, there was never peace in this castle—so it seemed.
When Michael’s phone alerted, he picked it up.
“The cameras picked up someone driving through the gate. The psychic is here,” he said.
Finishing her tea, she stood.
“I just want to thank you,” she said, talking to the other four men. “I appreciate you trying to soothe me and make me feel better. This isn’t my first miscarriage. I had three before in my first marriage. It’s part of the reason why my ex and I didn’t work.”
Ian held her hand.
“Have faith. You’ll get through it,” he said. “I promise.”
She hoped he was right.
When someone used the door knocker on the door at the front of the castle, they all headed that way.
When Graham opened the door, he was caught off guard.
“Sarah?” he asked.
She laughed.
And Finn stared.
Oh, boy.
What the hell?
Standing there was the woman they’d both fought over when they were twelve, and now, here she was, the psychic standing in the castle.
While his fiancé was here.
Uh-oh.
She hugged Graham, and then headed right for Finn who awkwardly hugged her too.
