“Go. I’m good. I’m not in front of a window or bookshelf, and really, Finn. It’s calm in here. Maybe putting Ceit away worked. She’s not haunting the place.”
Yeah, well, it wasn’t her that he was worried about.
“Okay, but if you need me, yell. Please,” he said, kissing her on the top of the head before jogging down the stairs.
Gabby went back to the books.
She could hear the door closing behind her, so she looked over.
It was moving so slowly.
Well, it was drafty in the tower. That had to be it, so she ignored it.
When she heard it close, that’s when she heard the sound of some laughter, and it was very familiar.
Oh, shit.
Standing up, she was just in time to see that hooded, dark figure appear and then move at her.
And Gabby did the only thing she could.
She screamed.
Meanwhile…
When Finn got downstairs, he found both Tony and Graham crouched over the painting with butter knives. They were scraping off chunks of paint.
“We should get this handled by someone who restores paintings,” Graham suggested. “This is out of our realm, and I don’t want to ruin it. This might be valuable.”
Yeah, he was right.
Because both men were ignoring him, he was curious.
“What did you want?” Finn asked.
Tony was confused.
“What?” he asked.
Finn stared at him.
What was this?
“You called me.”
Now, Finn was confused, but then again, so were the two other men.
“No I didn’t. I’ve been scraping this paint. I’d know if I called you.”
Finn blinked, and he didn’t think they were busting his ass.
“What do you mean you didn’t…?”
And then, he heard it.
A scream.
His stomach bottomed out, and he started panicking over the mistake he’d just made.