Mairi turned to face me. “Of course, luv.”
“What Fallon found were maps in what appeared to be a record book dating back to when Glenshadow was still a monastery. I believe we have scans of some of them.”
“Aye?” Mairi sat up straighter and rested her arms on the table. “I’d like to see them.”
Fallon turned her computer around.
“According to this and others she found in the same book, there used to be a tunnel system that connected Ashcroft, Glenshadow, and Blackmoor.”
“I wouldn’t know anything about that.”
“What about in Edinburgh?” Fallon asked.
“Nae. Nothing about those either.”
“Would you happen to know anyone who does?” I asked.
Mairi looked up at the ceiling for a few seconds, then back at me. “No one comes to mind, lass.”
“Okay. Well, thank you, anyway.”
“Hang on. What about those here, at Ashcroft? Surely, you know about those,” Fallon pressed.
I clenched my fists when Mairi bristled and turned to me. “Sorry, I’m not much help, luv.”
Fallon pushed away from the table and stood by the window.
“We certainly appreciate your help, though.”
She reached over and patted my hand. “Of course, my lady.” When my eyes scrunched, she shook her head and winked after glancing over to make sure Fallon was still facing the other direction.
I stood and walked her out. “We’ll speak later,” she whispered. When she closed the door behind her and I turned around, Fallon was facing me.
“What was that all about?”
My head cocked. “What do you mean?”
“What did she say to you just then?”
“That we’d speak later. I’m sure she was just being polite.”
“She’s lying.”
I had to admit I thought the same thing. However, what I couldn’t understand was why.
“What do you know about Ambrose Ashcroft?” Fallon asked.
The abrupt change of subject jarred me. “Err, not much at all. Why?”
“My understanding from Con is that he and Mairi are quite close.”
I thought it over for a minute. “I suppose that would explain why he’s here so often. I’ve not met him.”
“I did earlier. There’s something about the two of them that doesn’t sit right with me.”
“What are you suggesting?” I asked.
“Clearly, she’s hiding something. I picked up on it yesterday.”