“If you’re curious, there’s a book in the library that you can read to catch up with what we’ve figured out is going on so far.”
Yeah, he might be curious about a lot of things in his life, but mysteries…not his thing.
Unless it was the mystery of what he was going to make for dinner, or what boots he was wearing to work.
He was a simple man.
“I don’t solve shit for a living, Finn. I’m not sure what you heard about me, but I protect. I’m armor for everyone. That’s my only role in life.”
Jesus.
Yeah, he sounded incredibly angry about that from the tone in his voice.
And honestly, he couldn’t blame him. To feel like that had to be brutal. That had to hurt to assume that was the only worth someone had in life.
“Well, I was just letting you know in case it got boring here tonight.”
Oh, well, he doubted he’d be bored.
“Oh, and in case anyone calls early in the morning, before Graham comes out of his booze stupor, and they say it’s about a painting, it is.”
He could handle a few calls. He couldn’t go diving until after the sun was up anyway.
“What about?” he asked.
Finn shared.
“There’s a painting out being rehabbed. There’s something under the painting that Gabby wanted to get figured out. They might be calling to let us know it’s ready to be delivered. If it is, tell them to swing by.”
He could do that.
“Sure.”
Finn told him one more time.
“And again, if that curiosity bug bites ya on the arse, the book is in the library. Don’t wander around too much because this place can be dangerous. Avoid the tower while alone. Weird shit happens there.”
Michael knew some of the story about the happenings in the castle.
How could he not?
Tony liked to talk, and talk, and talk...
He just didn’t know all of it, but that sounded ominous to him.
“How dangerous are we talking?”
Finn knew that he needed to know the basics about this place in case it got…
Weird.
So, he told him everything he could to get him up to date on the situation, and while he did, Michael looked confused.
“For real?” he asked, incredulously.
That sounded ominous.
Tony went into details, but not all of them, and he could see why he didn’t. If Elizabeth got wind of this, she’d shit her britches.
