“And no one knows the answer to that?” asked Marc.
“Not that we could find,” said Sean. “Tomorrow we’ll hit some neighboring villages and you can speak to the police. I’ll tell you this, the look of terror on the tour guides face found in the car was enough to make me believe there is something here.”
“Or someone,” whispered Julia looking around.
“Julia?” Joseph clutched her hand and she smiled, shaking her head.
“It’s alright. I think you already know who might be here,” she smiled. “An Aunt Maggie?”
“Ah, Maggie dear, don’t frighten the poor lass,” said Conor blindly glancing around the room as if he could see her.“She’s been dead now nearly two-hundred years and still loves to make herself known now and then.”
“Yes,” nodded Julia. “Also a Michael Laughlin. I believe a great-great-grandfather of yours.”
“Ah, for sure,” nodded Conor. “He was a great fighter, him. Probably got me skills from him for sure.”
“He’s very handsome,” she smiled, blushing.
“Babe, I’m right here,” said Joseph.
“I know. And he knows. But he does understand he’s dead. He said he was pushed down the stairs by Rabby Mitchel.”
“Rabby Mitchel, was it?” frowned Conor. “Well, he’ll be happy to know the family is long gone now. Lost everything in the Great War and left the country never to be heard from again.”
“Well, I suspect I’ll find a lot of ghosts while we’re here. I’m going to retire for the evening. I’ll see you all at breakfast,” said Julia. She kissed Joseph on the cheek but he rose with her.
“I’ll come with you.”
“No need,” she grinned. “Michael said he’d walk me to our room.”
“Like hell he will.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Joseph left Julia to sleep in the next morning. She’d been awakened on and off by ghosts, finally begging them to leave her alone for the night and she would address all their concerns in the morning.
“I’m sorry Julia had a rough time,” said Rory. “Is there anything we can do to help her?”
“No. The ghosts were actually quite friendly, they were just excited to have someone that could finally hear them. She said she’d give Conor and Sean all their grievances this morning,” he smirked.
“Never thought I’d be takin’ orders from a ghosty,” smirked Sean.
“Knock, knock,” said a big man in the doorway. They all looked up and laughed seeing Chief and JT Stanton, Ghost’s sons.
“What the hell are y’all doing here?” asked Dom.
“We were in London meeting with MI6 and Scotland Yard. They’re hoping to buy a few new toys from us, includingsome of the new bikes by Steel Patriots. Dad told us you all were here, so we skipped across the pond and here we are,” said Chief.
“Glad to have you,” smiled Sean. “Coffee or are you boys tea fans?”
“You know damn good and well we’re coffee people,” frowned JT.
He poured himself a cup form the sideboard and gathered a plate of food. The Laughlin’s may have some questionable business habits at times, but they damn sure knew how to put out a spread of food.
“What’s happening today?” asked Chief.
“We’re going to head up to Kilkee and see what we can find. Julia will be coming with us but we don’t want to rush her,” said Wes.
“You’re not rushing me,” she smiled as she walked in. She kissed Joseph as the others stood, allowing her to sit down first. Joseph fixed her a plate and brought her a cup of tea, her preference. “I just needed to get all the grievances down.”
