He didn’t say anything. My grin grew, but I kept silent as we were guided across the tarmac to the small terminal building. Lugh and Mathi were waiting for us past the barriers, the latter’s gaze scanning my length before rising to rest on my kiss-swollen lips.

Just as Cynwrig had no doubt intended.

Before Mathi could say anything, I held up a finger and said, “We haven’t the time for any sort of macho posturing from either of you right now, so don’t even start.”

“And perhaps you should allow me to speak before you jump to unworthy conclusions.”

“Unworthy they might be, but unfounded? I’m thinking not.”

“And I’m thinking,” Lugh said in exasperation, “that we need to get out of here and on the road ASAP if we want any chance of getting the sword before the tides and the competition make it impossible. We’re already cutting it fine.”

He turned and marched away. I followed, Cynwrig on one side, Mathi on the other. It wasn’t often I had the opportunity to be bookended—in any way—by two divinely good-looking men, and I thoroughly enjoyed it.

“I spoke to my father before we left this morning,” Mathi said. “The lawyer who interviewed the men who were killed in the cells is Carla Wilson, but he doesn’t believe she had anything to do with the matter.”

“He’s spoken to her?” I asked, a little surprised. I’d half expected her to disappear as thoroughly as all our other suspects had.

“Yes, and the video evidence backs her statement.”

“Videos can be altered relatively easily,” Cynwrig commented.

And in this case certainly had been, given that in the Eye’s vision, she’d admitted giving them Dahbree. “Have the autopsy results come through as yet?”

“Yes, but they’re inconclusive.”

I frowned. “Meaning what, exactly?”

“The initial blood work was contaminated. Secondary samples provided no evidence of drug or alcohol presence.”

I didn’t know anything about autopsies—other than what I’d seen on TV, and everyone knew they were written for drama rather than fact—but I would have thought more than one blood sample would be taken for that very reason.

“And did he in any way think that a little too convenient, especially when Dahbree is virtually only traceable via blood work in the first few hours of administration?”

His gaze shot to mine. “What makes you think Dahbree was used on them?”

“Heard the lawyer admit it in my vision.” I raised an eyebrow. “You father didn’t mention it?”

“No, but he likely wouldn’t, given the contaminated blood sample.”

We reached the car and climbed in—Cynwrig and I in the back and Mathi up front with Lugh. Once we were underway, I said, “Did your father or his people question the men before Carla arrived?”

“Yes. Quite extensively.”

Knowing Ruadhán, that probably meant he’d squeezed all available information from them in a variety of legal and not so legal means well before Carla had even been called.

“And?” I prompted when he didn’t continue.