CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
The story of what happened in Ireland spread throughout Belle Fleur. It was nearly impossible to believe, even for those who had been there.
Aurora Broussard was laid to rest next to her father. A private, solemn service held in her honor. There could be no cause of death given, as there was no technical term for dying by ghostly hands.
Julia slept for days. Or at least it felt that way to Joseph. Mama Irene and Matthew assured him that she was fine, all the ghostly visits had been overwhelming for her. Even Gabi was quiet and reserved over the next few weeks. What they experienced, what they saw would change them all forever.
“I know it was hard but you all did great work in Ireland,” said Luke.
“I’d like to not do that again,” said Rory. “It was great seeing Conor and Sean but I’ll be damned if I ever want to see a castle ruin again. Something you can’t see, can’t feel, coming at you like that is beyond your imagination.”
“It is beyond my imagination,” said Eric. “I’m sorry you all went through that but I’m damn glad it’s over and done with.”
“Us too,” nodded Fitz. “I think I’ll stick to murder cases with the living. Or dead. You know what I mean.”
“We know what you mean, brother,” laughed Eric. “Tell us about Rose. I never thought Conor would marry again.”
“She’s wonderful. Sees ghosts like Julia and she’s beautiful. They’re a good match and Sean approved,” said Chief. “Of course, now Conor and Rose are trying to get Sean to take a wife.”
“I don’t know why he never married,” said Luke. “He must be early fifties now, right?”
“Something like that. Still young enough to have a family,” said Cam. “Do we know anyone we could send over?”
They all laughed but in the back of their minds wondered the same thing.
“Taken care of,” said AJ wheeling his chair into view and then wheeling it back to his bat-cave.
“Wait, wait, wait. What do you mean ‘taken care of’?” asked Luke. AJ wheeled into view again with a blank stare on his face.
“I mean, it’s taken care of.” AJ disappeared again and Eric stepped inside the comms room and pushed the chair out, back into view of everyone.
“Use your big boy words,” said Eric. “How is this taken care of?”
“Oh. I see. You want the story,” smirked AJ.
“AJ, you’re pissing me off, brother,” said Luke.
“I know but it’s so much fun.” He heard the growls of two dozen men and held up his hands, laughing. “Okay, okay. Allison Broussard had two daughters. Aurora and Luna. Luna called a few days ago and asked how she could reach the Laughlin’s. She wanted to thank them personally.
“So, I put her in touch with Conor and Rose, who spoke to her and invited her over to see where her sister was found and to visit Ireland, you know, see the good sights like Dublin and stuff. Allison didn’t want to go, it was just too difficult for her to be there. You know most parents…”
“AJ!” screamed the room.
“Sorry,” he smirked. “Anyway, Luna left two days ago. According to Rose, the sparks flew immediately. She’s a good bit younger than Sean but she’s never been married and wants a family. Rose told me that.”
He stopped talking, smiling at the men as they stared at him.
“For fuck’s sake! What happened? Are they going to get married?” asked Joseph.
“How should I know? She’s still there and according to Conor, Sean’s never been happier.”
“Well,” smirked Hex, “what do you know. We’re taking up Irene’s cause and making sure every man on this planet dies happily married.” Luke laughed, slapping his friend’s back.
“Amen to that brother. Amen to that.”