She had to study Ian to make certain he wasn’t jesting. Even though he hadn’t spoken another word, his face spoke for him. He was telling her the truth. Uncle Walter had been a spy. Her thoughts raced, wanting to put all the pieces together. “Ye frighten me when ye donna say anything. I can nae read your thoughts, lass.” “Apparently, my uncle was not a very good spy if you knew he had worked for the Crown.” Ian sat forward. “Nay, that’s where ye’re wrong. Your uncle had been in service to the realm for a verra long time. Ye know he served Queen Elizabeth and then worked for King James as the king’s advisor. Mildmay was a skilled man. He also loved ye and your sisters like ye were his own daughters.” She rubbed her fingers over her eyes. “So if my uncle was a spy for the king, why did he kill Daniel?” “Casterbrook had ambitions of his own. Grace was only one of his pawns in a grander scheme.”
