Page 270 of The Defiant Curse

“Are you okay?” he blurted into the phone. “Everyone is so worried about you!”

She laughed.

“I’m good, Anthony. I’m with Michael in Scotland. What could happen to me here?”

He chilled out.

“The ghosts could get you.”

She snorted.

“Well, you nailed that. This place is filthy with them, but I’m adjusting.”

Tony was surprised.

“You are? You? Seriously? Have you had a mental breakdown?”

That was amusing because she actually had one on the way there, but now, she was better.

Or so she hoped.

“I’m good. I bounce back fairly well. I’m calling because I need your help.”

He loved this woman like a sister, so he was more than willing to do anything she needed.

ANYTHING.

“I can be there in six hours.”

She stopped that then and there.

Two was company. Tony being there was a crowd. That was the last thing she needed.

“I’m actually good. Ethan is with me, but the favor I need is more suited for your specialty.”

He waited.

“Can you take skulls of different people, from varying generations, and find similar markers to show they are related?” she asked.

There was a pause.

Finally, Tony answered.

“Yes. Genetics maps our bones, too. All I need to do is look at the shared similar morphological features to find the likenesses shared between them. It won’t be one hundred percent accurate, but it will give me a general idea if two skulls are from a family. Why?”

She wanted to make sure.

“Even if they are hundreds of years apart? Like say the last twenty years in comparison to remains from say…the sixteen hundreds?”

He paused.

“Uh, yes. Even then. Again, why are you asking?”

Well, that was simple enough.

“Because I don’t think this all started back up again after I came here out of coincidence. For all intents and purposes, Ian said that this was shut down. I show up, and it’s not. Not only that, but I look exactly like Ceit.”

He blinked.