Page 128 of The Valiant Knight
“She definitely fell from a high distance up. The velocity of slamming into the ground would have been COD,” he said. “Her organs would have been obliterated.”
Tony said nothing.
Why?
Chris was focused on her face.
Tony saw the exact moment he paused and looked confused.
Been there.
Done that.
Now, the questions would begin.
“How does she have that massive amount of facial trauma?” he asked. “Her whole skeleton shows she impacted back first to the ground. It shattered bones and left fractures. Her face also has damage. There’s no sign of her head coming off in the fall, and no weird damage to her cervical vertebra, so…”
Oh, Tony was well aware.
“Let me know if this fits,” he said, sending a holographic mockup of what they thought happened.
When Chris got it, he played it.
What he was seeing was a woman being hit in the face, taking a few steps backward, and tumbling out the window.
She landed on her back.
Chris took it all in.
“Oh, no, no, no,” he said, freaking out. “Please tell me that we didn’t buy a castle with a murder victim in it. Elizabeth will skin both of us alive,” he said. “Callen will have a better chance of getting away. I’m not a runner.”
Tony hated to burst his bubble.
“My dude, I have bad news to go with this bad news.”
He waited, his nerves shot. Elizabeth was really on her last patience about this castle.
If she found this out…
They.
Were.
Divorced.
Okay, not that extreme, but neither one of them was getting laid for a long damn time. She’d made that perfectly clear to both of them.
One homicide, or one haunting, and she wasn’t setting foot there.
“What now?” he asked.
He broke it to him.
“The second we opened Duncan’s crypt, to ensure it was him, we began experiencing some paranormal shit here.”
Chris stared at him.
“You’re yanking my chain, right?”
