“That would be Duncan and Ciarán. They were lovers, and lived here. The two men fought in battle together.”
Well, that sounded like him and Graham.
They’d been just like that on the battlefield.
Finn continued.
“They came back here under the guise that they were just friends. Duncan’s wife supposedly killed herself before their return, but we found out that was a lie.”
The place got chilly around them the second he began discussing that.
Oh, boy.
Again, this was why Gabby was outside and safe.
Finn continued.
“She was killed, and Gabby and I were working on figuring that out. Right after, though, we shut it down because it got wild here. Something was trying to kill her in the lake. She fell through and it tried to drown her.”
What the hell?
Was he kidding?
That sounded like fiction more than fact.
That had to be bullshit.
There was no way some ghost in the water was going to pull someone down.
There had to be a logical explanation.
Maybe because that during this time of the year, the water would have been cold. The brain did weird things when it was deprived of oxygen in cold water.
He knew that personally.
“Well, I have to go find bones in that lake tomorrow,” he stated.
Finn was aware, but he warned him.
The last thing he wanted was a body retrieval from the grounds lake.
“Don’t do it alone. That’s dangerous, and can get you killed. At least wait until Graham is up, or we’re here.”
Well, that wouldn’t work for him.
He was going to get the bones, and get the hell out of here. If him being here made Graham suicidal, he needed to go. That was the last thing he wanted on his conscious.
PERIOD.
He’d bend and stay here to babysit tonight, but he didn’t want to face the man while he was awake.
He was scared too.
His past with him was already difficult enough. The last thing he wanted was to make it worse for both of them. He’d moved on, and he hoped Graham had too.
While it didn’t sound like it, he couldn’t take the words of a drunk man to heart.
Finn was honest with the man.
