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She was going to wear out the grass if she kept pacing like this, so Linc pulled her to his side. “I imagine he emails anonymously to ask for help in some cases or people email him about issues. If he’d emailed me, I would have given it. Of that you can be sure.”
“Me too,” Ghislaine said, grinning like she’d up and won the lottery. “Our center is going to have international media attention again. Big-time. The sheep are nothing compared to this. Veritas just put our fight on the map.”
Linc wanted to kick his heels together and give ayeehawbut he couldn’t manage it. Not with that evil visage in the top corner looking down at him. “Malcolm is so not going to like this.”
“Neither is Mary.” Bets took off, this time heading straight to the lower right corner of the mural. “I mean, look at this! She’s going to hate being the witch—even though that’s exactly what she is. I’m so glad it’s obvious even to people who don’t live in Caisleán.”
Linc turned as a car skidded to a stop in the parking lot. A squeal pierced the air. He fought a grin. Damn, his baby was such a fan girl when it came to art.
“Oh my God!” Ellie cried out as she came running, in her pink and black polka dot bathrobe no less. “It’s true! Veritas really came to our arts center. Holy shit!”
Kathleen followed her, more grumbly and wearing faded jeans and a pullover.
“You couldn’t get her dressed?” Linc asked as she reached them. Ellie had bypassed them entirely to run up to the wall.
“She didn’t give me time to brush my hair,” Kathleen said, pointing to her own bedhead.
Linc put his arm around her. “I wasn’t going to say.”
She scowled for good measure. “Wait until you see Brady. Declan was up and about to head out to work when Carrick texted the news. Sheep farmers are Ireland’s town criers, aren’t they?”
“Seems so.” He almost laughed when he saw his son-in-law coming forward in green wellies and a bathrobe.
“Nice of you to dress up for the outing, Brady,” he called out.
Declan, who was right behind his brother, rolled his eyes dramatically. “They’re a pair, these two. Ellie started screaming at us in Latin and the next thing we knew, we were being shoved out the door and into the car. Who put this crazy graffiti on our wall?”
“Oh, Declan!” Ellie cried out, her arms falling heavily to her sides as she turned back from the wall to look at him. “How can we be in the same family?”
Brady whispered conspiratorially to Linc, “I didn’t know who this Veritas person was either. All I got from Ellie’s jabbering was that he’s some street artist. Is he pretty famous?”
Linc bit the inside of his cheek after Kathleen made a comical face behind Brady’s head. “Ever heard of Banksy?”
Brady nodded solemnly, his hair mussed with cowlicks.
“He’s like that,” Linc supplied, watching as Ellie marched over and grabbed Kathleen and proceeded to point and squeal at the mural.
Brady stuck his hands in his pockets. “So this is big, then?”
“Yep.” Linc clapped him on the back for what had to be the understatement of the century. “Son, best keep that robe closed or the women folk might faint.”
The younger man fumbled with the robe’s tie. “Thanks, Linc.”
The arrival of more cars in the parking lot had Linc shaking his head. The circus was about to start. They needed a plan and stat. He fell back to where Wilt was standing, checking God knew what on his tablet. “You find anything yet?”
“No. Someone who had access to our systems shut them down. Only four people have that access. After tonight, I’ll make sure everyone has a separate login for identification purposes.”
Linc ticked them off. “You. Me. Bets. Liam. Since I know you and Bets didn’t do it, that leaves Liam.”
“Seems that way to me,” Wilt agreed.
“He had the perfect motivation to help Veritas,” Linc continued, warming to the theory. “Malcolm hurt Taylor, and Liam was there on scene. Plus, it’s in the wind that Taylor is Liam’s soulmate, as the Irish like to say.”
“So I’ve heard around town and at the pub.” Wilt shut down his screen and tucked it under his beefy arm. “You should also know that I have been told about Sorcha. By more people than I can count. In fact, I have a few video surveillance tapes from the arts center with her in them.”
Linc took a step back, flummoxed by the news. “You do? But how is that—”
“Being new to the supernatural, I had to do some research.” Wilt’s mouth twisted. “Apparently spirit photography goes back to the 1860s. It turns out it’s very common for a ghost to be seen in a photo or on the video from a security camera.”
