“I’ll take you home, Ceit. You’ll be free.”
She nodded.
Then, she backed up, disappearing into the fireplace stone, like she’d never been there at all.
“Yeah, she looks just like you,” Finn stated. “That has to be wild.”
Oh, it was something.
Taking his wife’s hand in his, now, he was curious.
“Are we going to Ireland?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Yes, because Callum went home, and from here on out, we’re not hiding the truth. Maybe this all started back up with me not only because I look like her, but because I would tell the truth. I would solve her murder. After all, it’s what I do for a living.”
“You think she knew?” Gabby asked.
Elizabeth considered it.
“I mean, my dead mother is here. Who’s to say they aren’t having cocktails and sharing tales?” she asked.
That was a good point.
When her phone rang, she pulled it from her pocket. On the screen was Tony’s face.
Someone had impeccable timing.
“Hey, nut,” she said. “What’s up?” Elizabeth asked, after answering the video call.
He looked excited.
And tired.
Someone pulled a late one, since it was the middle of the night there.
“I just finished what you asked, and you’ll never guess what I found!”
Oh, she knew.
“I’m related to Ceit. Callum Granndach was my twelfth removed grandfather. He had his kids here, and a portion of them moved to the US at some point and started their lives there. My father’s skull matches Ceit’s and Oison’s scans. She’s my relative.”
He stared at her.
“You know what you are? A spoiler of fun! I had a whole presentation ready for you with grandiose flamboyancy befitting me! I made a PowerPoint presentation!”
She laughed.
Of course, he did.
“Tony, I just wanted proof. I already knew. When I saw her in the painting, I was well aware that wasn’t a coincidence. Now, we have evidence, and I can take care of this.”
He was curious.
“You solved it for real?”
She nodded.