Page 271 of The Defiant Curse

“You do?”

She absolutely did.

“Yeah, Michael and Graham got a painting back after having Callum’s image pulled off of it in restoration, and lo and behold, Ceit was under it.”

Oh, he recalled the painting. It had been chipping away, thanks to time.

So, Tony considered what she was saying.

“Okay, so you want a comparison done, but between who. I have digital scans from everyone we found a skull for, minus Catherine, since she was a little too out of control in the lake.”

She went there.

“I want you to compare my father’s skull with Duncan’s, Ciarán’s, Oison’s, and Ceit’s against scans of my skull, and my father’s. You have Charlie’s skull still there, correct?”

Oh, he did.

“He’s in a storage box with your mother in my office for safekeeping.”

Yeah, the psychic nailed that one.

“Can you put them in separate boxes?” she asked.

He was confused.

“Uh, sure. Why?”

She was absolutely losing her mind.

“My father’s femur is up in her business, and she’s still bitchy about Abigale. Don’t ask. It’s a long story.”

Uh, if she said so.

Tony focused on her other request, not the one where he separated Catherine from their father.

“You think you’re a descendant of Duncan? A Granndach?” he asked.

No.

She didn’t.

And that was part of this.

“I actually think that Ceit was with child when she was passed off to Duncan to be his wife. She was in love with someone else. I want to see if I’m related to Ceit, and then, go from there.”

He was curious.

“How are you quantifying this?” he asked. “The journal…”

She stopped him.

“So, you’re writing letters to your spouse who is away from you, and you choose to write them in a journal. Why?” she asked, setting him up to see if he deserved to be on her team.

Anyone who was, would call that bullshit.

“Why not loose paper?”

He paused.