Until then, dream about me.
Forever yours,
Your Lover.’
Tony was curious.
“Okay, what if we’re wrong about the sex of Ciarán Begbie? We’re going to have to research that to make sure we’re not making hella assumptions.”
Gabby was aware.
Picking up his phone, Finn searched it. The whole thing didn’t take long.
When he found it, it cleared things up. He hated to disappoint them, but Duncan was definitely into men.
“It’s male, and Irish in origin. That’s not shocking since lots of Irish settlers came here in the sixteen hundreds. It means, and get this,‘little dark one’.”
She shook her head.
“I mean, if he killed her, that’s pretty dark. I just don’t know if I buy that he did. If you’re on a battlefield, fighting for your life, and your sole responsibility is to the Lord, do you leave him unprotected to sneak back here, days away? Look at the dates.”
Oh, that was a good point.
They didn’t match up, and they would have come back together.
“It sounds like they planned to return, and Duncan’s mind was made up. What if he didn’t know she was killed. It’s not like they had cellphones.”
That was very true.
And it left them in the same situation.
No.
One.
Knew.
“I wish Ceit could just tell us who killed her,” Tony said. “Would that be so difficult?”
The lights flickered.
They stared at each other.
When they went out, all they saw was the flickering of the fireplace.
“Uh, maybe I shouldn’t have gone there,” Tony said.
Gabby pointed.
“In the shadows,” she said.
Tony didn’t see anything, and neither did Finn. There was nothing in the shadows but…shadows.
Gabby took this chance.
“Did Ciarán Begbie kill you, Ceit? Was he Duncan’s lover, and did he end your life?”
Only, before she could nod, or move, the room went deathly chilly, and Ceit was rushed by another dark shadow.
