I was pissed all over again.
“She, uh, she showed up here today. She swears I’m Claude, the one she loves. She said she’s been following Claude through many lifetimes and just when she finds him, he disappears.” I could see the anxious expression on my husband’s face.
“Is Lorraine from Normandy?” Why was everything tied to Normandy?
“We haven’t had an in-depth conversation. Besides, I think she’s mistaken me for this Claude. His last name is Bonfils, not Dearly, or the French spelling of it. I’m just trying to avoid her.”
I chuckled. “Because that always works. Go find her, Jay. Let’s chat with her. I’m guessing she’s in Limbo.”
Bring the bitch on.No way was she going to stalk my man and not feel my wrath.
Keir spoke up. “Let’s go get the time capsule. We can deal with Lorraine later.”
Keir had a point. Protecting our family was the most important mission.
I merged onto the I-5 heading north. I’d elected to drive my SUV to Lake Shasta instead of bringing the bike because the idea of something happening to our baby had me beyond distracted. It was never good to ride a motorcycle while preoccupied.
“You hungry?” I wasn’t, but I’d had a sandwich. Keir hadn’t wanted one before we left the apartment.
Keir was scrolling his phone looking at who knows what. “It means good son.”
I turned to him. “What means good son?”
“Bonfils. Claude’s last name. It means good son. That’s nice. I wish I could help Lorraine find him. It must be hard to have loved someone for that long and never get to be with them. Maybe I can reason with her,” Keir said, now just talking to himself.
“If she’s been clocking this dude through time, maybe there’s a reason he doesn’t want to be with her. Maybe she’s abusive.”
Keir stared at me. “Well, she did hurl a scalpel at me like a circus knife thrower. If I hadn’t ducked, it would have gone into my neck instead of the lid to Dr. Randall’s casket. Do you think there’s any way this Claude could be related to me?”
A scalpel? “She threw a scalpel at you?”
“Yes. I was adjusting Dr. Randall in the box. I suppose unrequited love is a reason to be so violent, but how do I keep her from attacking any of us?”
“Well, let’s hope the bottom of that scroll is in that time capsule. Should you call Adon and ask him to bring Dr. Carl back to Reardon? If he hasn’t gotten in touch with his spirit guides by now, it’s probably not going to happen.”
“You’ve got a point. I’ll call him.”
What a fucking day it had been. Learning what we did about Scotty’s life when he walked the earth as a human had been a surprise. Finding out Scotty had died in Normandy during World War II wasn’t anything I’d ever expected. I’d just assumed he’d been an angel for centuries. I wondered how he ended up an angel if he’d been a human so recently.
“Okay, Adonis. We’ll see you there. Thanks.” Keir ended the call. “Adon and Dr. Carl will meet us in Lakehead.”
“You know, it seems awfully suspicious that there are all of these connections to Normandy, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, it does. I wonder what that means?”
Me too.
I drove under the canopy at The Lakehead Inn. It had the appearance of a ski lodge from the 1950s, which was quaint. I didn’t need an expensive, fancy place to spend the night. It just had to be clean.
“I’ll go check us in.” Keir opened the door of the SUV and yelped a little. “Damn, I’m glad we didn’t ride your bike. It’s cold up here.”
Opening the door, I felt a chill in the air, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Then again, my Dearly ran a little cool, so I understood it might affect him more than me. “I’ll keep you warm, Dearly.” I winked as I popped the tailgate. Keir took the cooler with Lilith’s blood.
“I’ll move the SUV and meet you inside. We’ll get settled and find something to eat.”
“Maybe you wanna try something new? Maybe you can taste me?”
I chuckled. “Oh, gladly. You know I love tasting you.”
