Luc sat at one end of the hall as the evening shadows drew long, Uther’s copious notes spread before him. Somewhere in this stack of vellum lay the answer to Connor’s murder. Somewhere, there lurked a lie.
And Luc had but to find it. He frowned as he reviewed the observations of Cook, a flicker of movement distracting him from the task.
Brianna dropped onto the bench opposite and leaned closer. She was yet pale, Luc noted with concern, and there were shadows beneath her bright eyes.
“Did you find anything?” she asked anxiously and Luc knew she referred to the hiding place in the chapel.
He shook his head. “’Twas empty.”
“Oh.” Brianna sat back and folded her hands together before herself, her gaze dropping to the sheaves before Luc. “Have you talked to all?”
“Aye.” Luc could not keep
