Was she insane?
Right now, he had pulled off his shirt, and was down to a tank top underneath as he worked up a sweat.
And his body was magnificent.
Gabby was still thinking about it since their little bathroom conversation.
It was clear that someone worked out, and she appreciated that. She wasn’t one to workout, unless she had to requalify for the FBI.
She was a nerd, and liked being at a computer—not running from a killer.
She was crazy like that.
It wasn’t lost on her that he’d carried her from the lake to the bedroom and never broke a sweat the entire time.
Granted, they’d been in freezing water but still. That took stamina.
As they both dug, Tony was taking pictures of the ground, and looking for anything out of place.
Like artifacts.
Relics.
Unfortunately for him, nothing was there.
“Stop a minute,” he said, when they were down a good three feet.
“You can see by the changes in the sediment that she’s been here a while,” he admitted.
Finn actually pointed at the stone.
“The date is right here, Doctor. This is a no-brainer,” he said.
He actually laughed.
Oh, you could tell who didn’t have a forensic anthropologist at their beck and call at work. If he did, he’d know they didn’t look at the obvious.
They looked at the whole picture.
“Gabby?” he asked.
She explained.
“Forensically, he’s looking for evidence that she’d been dug up before. The breaks in the dirt lines would tell him if someone pulled her out or not. What he’s telling you is Ceit’s grave, until now, has never been opened. He’d see that in the dirt if it had been.”
Well, that was clever, now wasn’t it?
Oh, he understood now.
From where she was parked, Gabby was curious.
“Why do you think she was buried all the way out here?” she asked.
Graham stopped to tell her.
“Gryphen and Ian found the letters. We assume she was divorcing him, took the leap, and Duncan didn’t want her in the castle with him or his son. This would be a spite grave,” he admitted.
Tony sighed.
