Page 181 of The Defiant Curse

“Who were his letters to?”

Graham shared.

“They were to Ciarán, the once-stable-boy, then turned lover.”

Okay, he was mentally making notes, like he did with a profile.

“This is one hell of a cold case.”

She agreed there.

As she flipped chicken cutlets, she sipped her wine.

“Yeah, and once more, without forensics. That seems to be the week for that shit.”

Yes, yes, it was.

Her case chasing Devon Slater hadn’t utilized forensics, and that had handicapped her.

“So, he married her to cover his gayness, and then what happened? Did his wife know he was saddled up with the stable boy since his teen years?” he asked.

Gabby laughed.

“Oh, she found out. He told her it wasn’t working out—I’m paraphrasing—and that she had to go. When he came home, she was out.”

Elizabeth stopped her.

All of a sudden, something hit her.

It was what Ceit had told her in dream.

‘Na, his heart belongit tae another. Dinnae believe the words.’

Elizabeth was starting to put this all together. In her very ADHD brain, things fell into certain boxes.

This one was doing the same.

“Wait.”

Gabby stopped.

“What?” she asked.

Elizabeth went there.

“Eventually, Ciarán gets killed because they’re gay, but something in my head that Ceit told me, and it’s a glaring red flag for me.”

They all looked at her.

“What do you mean, Lass?” Finn asked.

She went there because it didn’t fit. In fact, it was definitely something so off that she couldn’t ignore it.

“Are we saying he got hitched to a woman, stuck his dick in her to get an heir, and then when he’s returning with his side piece?” she asked. “A person who was actually so much his main piece, that he sent her away?”

Gabby nodded.

“Yeah.”