Page 136 of The Valiant Knight
Who was she kidding?
“Are you predicting it will happen or warning me? Do we need rubber sheets for you, Detective?”
He laughed.
“I mean, both, I think.”
When he peeked in, it was pretty dark in the room, and he knew why. Going over to a window, he pulled a piece of wood from the plaster that was blocking the light.
Immediately, the room flooded with natural light. Thankfully, there was still some outside at that time.
When he focused on Gabby, she was having a good time, clearly.
“Oh, wow,” she said, looking around. “This looks like a nursery,” she admitted, touching the rocking chair.
It moved back and forth.
Finn checked it out.
“It’s not from the sixteen hundreds,” he admitted. “This is more recent. They look more like eighteen hundred. I’m going to say it was boarded up and closed off around then.”
Honestly, he might be right.
She thought about it.
“Could the next generation of Granndachs be responsible for this?” she asked. “After Duncan?”
There was only one way to answer that.
“I think we’d have to look up the records. I mean, they are kept online, but I don’t have access. The church does. We’d need permission.”
She actually laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
“Sir, don’t insult me. I can get access, and I don’t need permission. I’ll dazzle you later.”
He stared at her.
Finally, he spoke.
“God. A bad girl is so goddamn hot,” he joked, winking at her. “Where have you been all of my life?” he asked.
She knew.
Across the ocean.
Because he was still holding her hand, she squeezed his in response.
This connection was kind of nice.
“Let’s see what we can find here,” Finn said.
And then get out of here. He felt like they were being followed around the room. Like someone was breathing down his neck.
It was uncomfortable.
