Lucky Stars (Ghosts and Reincarnation #5)(161)

When he came down, her mouth was on his neck, he was breathing heavily into hers and her hands were roaming the skin of his back. He gave himself a second to recognise he liked the smell as well as the feel of her just as he liked the sweet, light way her hands roamed his skin before he pulled out and rolled off.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“A minute, baby,” he muttered, moved until he was sitting on the side of the bed and he reached an arm out toward his jeans.

“Lachlan?” she called and he felt the bed move as she did then he felt her hand slide up his spine right before her soft body pressed against his back.

Her scent came back to him.

Jesus, she really smelled great.

Unfortunately, as much as he wanted to, Lach couldn’t allow himself to concentrate on her smell.

He had his jeans in his hand so he pulled his out phone, activated the screen, touched his thumb to it, slid it on the screen, tapped it and put it to his ear.

It rang three times before his sister hissed in greeting, “This better be good.”

Christ, he didn’t want to know what he interrupted.

“Lewis was murdered first,” he replied and at his words, the woman at his back gasped.

Shit, what was her name?

Emma. Right, Emma.

Emma was a pretty name but not right for her considering she was far beyond a pretty woman.

There was nothing on the phone for several seconds then Lorna asked in his ear, “What?”

“Lewis was murdered first. He told us he was murdered then he was suddenly in the eastern turret. Myrtle was murdered second.”

“Lach, what are you on about?”

“Lorna, Lewis was murdered first. We know this because Myrtle’s ghost joined him after he materialised in the turret. And the police records reported Myrtle’s body was found in Lewis’s room.”

“So?”

“So, she could have heard something and gone to his room.”

“Or she could have been dragged there,” Lorna suggested.

“Either way, the wee boy was alone up in that turret when he saw his mother tossed from the cliff by Caldwell.”

“Oh my God,” Emma whispered and he felt her body leave his back.

He ignored this as Lorna repeated, “So?”

“So, wee Myrtle wasn’t dead yet.”

“Lach –”

“As far as we can tell from the timeline Lewis gave us, he materialised directly after he was murdered. Moments later, he reported he saw Caldwell and his mother outside in the storm. Caldwell was looking over the cliff and Brenna was gone when Myrtle’s ghost joined her brother. If Caldwell was outside throwing Brenna off a cliff, who was inside smothering Myrtle?”

“Oh my God,” Lorna breathed as it hit her.

“There were two of them. Caldwell had a partner. He killed Brenna while someone was inside smothering the children.”

“Fucking hell,” Lorna whispered.

“If Myrtle came into the room, she could have seen the assailant. And definitely she would have seen him if he dragged her there prior to killing her. And, Lor, we didn’t question Myrtle.”

“We need to get to The Point,” Lorna decided.

“Yeah, we bloody do. Where are you?”

“Plymouth.”

“I’m in Exeter. Get in your car. I’ll meet you at The Point. You call Cassandra.”

“You calling Uncle Angus?”

“He’s already there. The party is tonight. I’ll call him and get him to talk to Belle. Lewis is protective of his sister and Belle’s protective of both of them. Uncle Angus is going to have to talk her into letting us talk to Myrtle.”

“Is Cassandra there?” Lorna asked.

“I don’t know. She was invited but she had a job and I don’t know if it’s done. Find out,” he ordered. “Get her ass there. We have to talk to Myrtle then we have to figure out what’s next.”

“Right. On it and outta here. See you at The Point.”

Lach touched his screen then he got up and swiftly moved, carrying his jeans across the room to the bathroom in order to deal with the condom.

When he came out, he had his jeans on and he moved directly to his jumper on the floor.

Emma was in bed, the covers tucked tight around her na**d body. She was sitting on her ass, her legs curled into her chest, her arms wrapped around her calves, her eyes on him.

“What do you do for a living?” she asked quietly as he tagged his jumper from the floor, straightened and prepared to pull it on.

“You don’t wanna know,” he muttered and yanked it over his head.

“I’m thinking you’re right,” she whispered as he pulled the jumper down to his waist. “But you seem worried and, uh, we just had sex and it looks like you’re leaving.”

At her words, he focused on her.

She had great hair, dark, glossy and a lot of it.

And she had a fantastic ass.

He moved to the bed, put a fist into it, leaned toward her and touched his mouth to hers.

Then he moved back and caught her brown eyes.

Damn, but she also had great eyes.

“My job is strange and there’s some danger,” he told her, his burr soft and gentle, his mind processing the fact that her eyes getting wide was all kinds of cute. “To me but also to the people I do it for. A month ago, I left a job because there was nothing more I could do. No information to get, the trail was cold, the story dead and nothing was happening. It had been weeks and nothing. There were other jobs to do and we had to do them. So we made certain the protection was strong and we left. But I just figured out we missed something.”