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“You could have told me you owned the estate.”
He shrugged. “I didn’t buy it technically. I inherited it through a trust. It wasn’t really my choice.”
“But you live here,” I said.
“When it suits me. Why don’t we get out of the rain?” He motioned toward the caravan.
“You have to be crazy if you think I’m going in there with you?”
“The main house, then?”
“No.”
The corner of his mouth turned up, and his face softened. “You think I’m the kidnapper.”
I didn’t say anything. Even with his old frayed clothes and devilish beard, he was handsome. And worse, charming.
“I can assure you I’m not. The police already spoke to me.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because I’m a single man who lives alone on a large estate. They would be fools not to.”
“And?”
“And what? I have an alibi. I was in Edinburgh when Mary Howell was taken.”
“Alibis can be faked.”
“I’m sure they can be, but mine holds tight. Is there anything else I can help you with, Navy?” He gave me a slight bow. “Or are we going to stand out here until we’re soaked to the bone?”
My heart rate picked up. “What do you know about a secret society?” I asked quickly.
He looked up, shocked, and his eyes turned cold and hard. “I think it’s best if we do go inside.”
ChapterFour
RHYS
Igrabbed the girl’s arm and led her toward the main house. Everything in my body hummed with alarm as the demon inside me began to stir.
First, who was this girl, and where had she learned of the Circle of Kings?
“Let go of me,” she yelled as she struggled to get out of my grip.
“Calm down.” I opened a side door into the kitchen, propelling her through. “I’m not going to hurt you. We’re just going to have a little chat.”
She kicked at me, and I pushed her down into a chair by the large kitchen table, locking the door and depositing the key in my pocket.
“The police know I’m here. I told DCS Davies where I was going.”
“I don’t care who you fucking told.” I bent down to light a fire in the large stone fireplace. The house was rarely used and was freezing. “We’re going to talk.”
“I’ll scream,” she shouted.
The flame took, coming to life with a snap and crackle as the damp wood lit up. “Go ahead. These walls are thick, and we are far enough away from everything. No one will hear you.”
I stood and pulled two tumblers and a bottle of whiskey from a cupboard, setting them down on the table. “Who do you work for?” I asked, pouring us each a generous glass.
