Page 11 of The Valiant Knight
The people who bought this monstrosity employed quite a few people from the village to work here.
From a housekeeper to the construction crews, and him included, they were good honorable jobs, and they wanted to keep them.
You couldn’t find this type of well-paying job in town.
What else was he supposed to do as an ex-soldier?
Kill people?
“So what is this about?” Graham asked, no longer able to wait.
The man looked up, and Graham continued.
“We’ve broken no laws, Finn. Plus, you’re an investigator. What are you digging around here about? All the permits were filed with the council. If you’re here about a homicide, you’re lost.”
He put his cup down.
To explain.
“In a way, you nailed it. I am here about that. It’s about the bodies—the one buried on the land, and the one in the crypt.”
Lifting a brow, he was befuddled.
“The bodies?” he asked, not sure where this was going, but he’d bet it wasn’t going anywhere good.
Call it a hunch.
He nodded.
Then, Finn shared.
“Aye, it’s all about the Granndach remains on the grounds and in the castle. The council has sent me here to discuss it with you. Apparently, Graham, I lost the coin toss.”
What?
The?
Hell?
Was he being serious?
Finn continued.
“The people in the village are worked up over Ceit and Duncan’s remains. They heard that the FBI was moving them, and the jurisdiction nightmare has begun. They are all in a tizzy that the ancestors to their town, won’t be respected and that pissed them off.”
He laughed.
“And you’re here for that? Why did you lose the coin toss on it?”
He sighed.
That was something he was asking himself too.
All.
Day.
“Well, Lad, bodies are my business. I solve crimes, and my boss, bless him, the Chief Inspector, thinks I have time to babysit American cops as they play with the ancestors of our town.”
