Phone call ((for facelorran))

[immortalmacleod]

After a side-trip to New York, Duncan made his way back to Boston quietly from the yearly visit to Scotland. Granted, this time his visit was for sadder tidings, but...

He came home to an empty apartment and called the phone number that Face had given him, hoping that he would reach the man and finally be able to have some answers.

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[facelorran]

Which was very good timing, as Face had been doing a bit of research and was coming up short, and Duncan might actually have some stuff to help fill in blanks.

However, he didn't know the number coming in on the phone, but seeing that only a few knew it, he wasn't that wary. "This is Garik," he answered softly and without pleasantry, sitting in the library to use their computers to hack into some files.

[immortalmacleod]

Duncan's eyebrow shot up. "Garik?" He'd only ever called the man 'Face'. Interesting. But the voice was the same, so he knew it was the same man who he'd spoken to before.

"It's Duncan MacLeod. I'm back from Scotland with more questions than I had before. Did you find out anything?" God, he hoped so.

[facelorran]

"I'm trying to do some research into things that I don't actually have much memory of. You might have some information in your head, however."

Face shifted the blue tooth headset to his other ear. "Tell me what you remember about the woman who had Aidan kidnapped last year."

[immortalmacleod]

He blew out a breath. "Her name was Lynn Horton. The daughter of a man who tried to start an all-out war between Watchers and Immortals. Guess she decided to follow in the family business." He sighed, remembering that day.

"She wanted a trade. Me for Aidan. You were somewhere else... I was ready to make the trade so that Wes could at least get Aidan home safely. Instead, he shot and killed her before I had to think whether or not I could behead a mortal." He paused. "And then I disposed of the body."