Forever,
Your Ceit.’
Oh, they were definitely learning new things with this note. No one had mentioned that name before.
When she looked up, she was confused.
“Who is Ciarán Begbie?” she asked. “I read two letters with Graham, and that name wasn’t in it.”
Tony considered it.
“Well, what I can tell you from an anthropological standpoint is that back then, Scottish lords in battle had people they trusted around them. They were fighting against the British king to keep their land, and if they didn’t have someone trustworthy near them, they could be killed easier.”
She let him talk.
“Each Scottish knight or Lord had a man-at-arms by his side. He made sure the troops were handled, and that anything the Lord needed, he had. Food, clothing, and weapons.”
She pointed to the part where it said they were close.
“How close were they?”
He was honest.
“They were loyal to a fault. They’d die to protect their Lord or the knight. If he was with Duncan, and by his side, he was not only a friend, but a brother-in-arms. He’d trust himimplicitly. Maybe Ceit was getting that vibe because he didn’t trust her. Remember, it was an arranged marriage—mostly to sire children—nothing more.”
That was a good point.
“From what Graham mentioned to us, she was suicidal. Maybe she was also a danger to Duncan, and Ciarán Begbie stood between them out of necessity.”
Again, another good point.
Gabby looked at the date.
“I really need to see what Gryphen and Ian found. I want to see the timeline for this note, and the other ones that turned up today.”
On that, he agreed.
“That’s probably a good place to start. I wouldn’t read too much into it,” Tony said. “I mean, that sounds like jealousy from Ceit, and like the man was always up in their business. We should probably figure out who it is. Maybe the historical records in the local church?” Tony suggested. “Or online?”
Well, she was planning on going to the village tomorrow, so she could kill two birds with one stone and stop at the church.
“How about this? I’ll go research, and you keep doing the bone thing. We really don’t have much more physical things to do. You have Duncan out of his grave, and we’re moving Ceit in.”
She was right.
It was all scanning and paperwork to prepare reports for Callen and Chris, plus the local law. He was pretty sure that the village council wanted the details to ensure they respected the bones.
“Divide and conquer?” she asked.
That worked for him.
“I have to catalog, and go over everything we find when we dig up Ceit, so you’ll have to find a new partner in crime for that. Hey, I know! You should take the detective inspector.”
She snorted.
Oh, here was another friend trying to entangle them. She had bad news for them.
Gabby didn’t need help and neither did Finn. They would figure this out themselves.
