Page 126 of The Valiant Knight
Then, the male laughter kicked up, and the birds took to flight from the trees all around them.
“I think that we should take that as our sign that it’s time to get out of here,” Tony said, freaked out. “Get the bag, and let’s haul ass,” he said.
The men didn’t ask questions, and they did exactly what he suggested.
The whole way back to the castle, each and every single one of them were thinking the same thing.
What can of worms had they just opened by moving Ceit? And was it about to bite them in the ass?
Holy shit!
This little job of moving the bones just got a whole lot more complicated.
For them.
* * *The Ravensmire Castle* * *
Ravensmire Castle
Five P.M.
The Storage Room
Hustling it through the woods, they had managed to get the bones back to the castle, and Tony had painstakingly, and gently, set them up on another table beside Duncan’s remains.
The vast difference between them was startling.
The bones from Ceit’s grave were so much smaller and childlike.
If she was five feet tall, he’d be shocked.
As he sat there, staring at the skull, he knew they had a problem.
Not a law problem, but a castle problem. Callen and Chris had bought this place, and it was for Elizabeth. She was going to be hella pissed if there was a murder here and now it was haunted by vengeful ghosts.
He couldn’t help but think about how Gabby felt like she’d been pushed backward into the crypt, and how she described sinking in the lake as being pulled down.
She was a rational woman, and scientist. He doubted that all of a sudden, she was getting fanciful with her explanations.
That wasn’t likely happening.
Once he had to tell Chris and Callen about what was going on here, Elizabeth would get wind of it. There was no doubt.
Looking at the clock, he knew it was early back in DC, but the men should be up.
So, he called using MATE to contact them. He was going to bite the bullet and give them a heads-up.
That was, after all, why he was sent there.
As soon as Chris answered, he saw that the man was in his office just adjacent to the morgue.
“Morning, Chris,” Tony said.
The man smiled.
“Hey! Good evening,” he said. “Are you behaving?” he asked. “You aren’t calling for bail money and because you can’t tell Jaxon, are you?”
Tony laughed.
