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He had played a Yankee, and happily. His family hailed from Pennsylvania.
Griffin laughed and gave her an affectionate hug. âYou made me sober up, which is good. I am driving.â
âMe, too,â John Ashton said. He held her shoulders and kissed her cheek. âCharles is just fine. Iâm sure of it.â
She thanked them all and said good-night, and they drifted away, some to the old outbuildings where they were staying, and some to their cars, parked in the lot out front and down the road.
She stood on the porch with Beth and her grand-father. She couldnât tell whether they thought she was being ridiculous or not, they were both so patient.
Beth gave her a kiss on the cheek and said, âWe still have about sixteen guests, and the household. Iâve got to get up early to whip up our spectacular plantation breakfast.â
Ashley bid her good-night. It was down to her grandfather and herself, and Frazier was going to wait for her to be ready to head off to bed.
âSomething is wrong. I can feel it, Grampa,â she said.
He set an arm around her shoulder. âYou knowâ¦I have an old friend. Iâve been meaning to call him for a long timeâtonight seems a good time to have a chat with him. If Charles really is gone, he may be able to help us. His name is Adam Harrison. I donât know if you remember meeting himâI see him up in Virginia and D.C. sometimes. He worked for private concerns for many years, finding the right investigators for strange situations. Then the government started calling him, and his projects were all kind of combined for a while, civilian and federal. But heâs got a special unit now, and heâs got federal power behind him on it. His people are a select group from the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI. Iâll give him a call. Weâll get someone out here to help by tomorrow. And if Charles turns up, no harm done.â
She lowered her head. Adam Harrison. She knew the name. His unit had been involved in solving the death of Regina Hollowayâit had been all over themedia because she was a senatorâs wife. And she knew, too, that Jake Mallory was part of that unit. She might not be a part of his world, but she hadnât been able to miss it when sheâd seen his name in the papers. She had broken off something that had been real with Jake, because he had terrified herâ¦because he was certain that he had spoken with her father, after he had died. And nowâ¦.
Now Frazier was going to call Adam. Of course, it could come to nothing. She was panicking over a missing man because of an equally irrational dream.
She looked out on the beautiful expanse of their property. The river rolling by. The moon high over the clouds. The vaults in the cemetery silent and ghostly and opalescent in the pale glow of night.
Jake, Iâm soâ¦scared.
Something was wrong. It was the oddest thing; she felt that she really understood the expression I feel it in my bones. Something wasnât right about Charlesâs disappearance, and she knew it.
It was almost as if the past had truly merged into this eerie and haunting reality, and the collision of time here was not going to go away.
Interlude
Heâd known for a long time what heâd had to do. The voice had been telling him for years.
At first, of course, he had ignored it. The vision heâd seen of the past hadnât been real. But then heâd known. Heâd known who he was, and heâd come to know that the voice wouldnât go away until heâd done what needed to be done. And heâd carefully planned it all out, though things had gone a bit strangely today. Didnât matter, though, who was playing Marshall Donegal. It didnât matter at all. Because, of course, an actor was just an actor.
It was Donegal Plantation itself that needed to repay the old debt. That old debt could only be repaid one way.
With blood.
God bless a crowd.
Griffin laughed and gave her an affectionate hug. âYou made me sober up, which is good. I am driving.â
âMe, too,â John Ashton said. He held her shoulders and kissed her cheek. âCharles is just fine. Iâm sure of it.â
She thanked them all and said good-night, and they drifted away, some to the old outbuildings where they were staying, and some to their cars, parked in the lot out front and down the road.
She stood on the porch with Beth and her grand-father. She couldnât tell whether they thought she was being ridiculous or not, they were both so patient.
Beth gave her a kiss on the cheek and said, âWe still have about sixteen guests, and the household. Iâve got to get up early to whip up our spectacular plantation breakfast.â
Ashley bid her good-night. It was down to her grandfather and herself, and Frazier was going to wait for her to be ready to head off to bed.
âSomething is wrong. I can feel it, Grampa,â she said.
He set an arm around her shoulder. âYou knowâ¦I have an old friend. Iâve been meaning to call him for a long timeâtonight seems a good time to have a chat with him. If Charles really is gone, he may be able to help us. His name is Adam Harrison. I donât know if you remember meeting himâI see him up in Virginia and D.C. sometimes. He worked for private concerns for many years, finding the right investigators for strange situations. Then the government started calling him, and his projects were all kind of combined for a while, civilian and federal. But heâs got a special unit now, and heâs got federal power behind him on it. His people are a select group from the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI. Iâll give him a call. Weâll get someone out here to help by tomorrow. And if Charles turns up, no harm done.â
She lowered her head. Adam Harrison. She knew the name. His unit had been involved in solving the death of Regina Hollowayâit had been all over themedia because she was a senatorâs wife. And she knew, too, that Jake Mallory was part of that unit. She might not be a part of his world, but she hadnât been able to miss it when sheâd seen his name in the papers. She had broken off something that had been real with Jake, because he had terrified herâ¦because he was certain that he had spoken with her father, after he had died. And nowâ¦.
Now Frazier was going to call Adam. Of course, it could come to nothing. She was panicking over a missing man because of an equally irrational dream.
She looked out on the beautiful expanse of their property. The river rolling by. The moon high over the clouds. The vaults in the cemetery silent and ghostly and opalescent in the pale glow of night.
Jake, Iâm soâ¦scared.
Something was wrong. It was the oddest thing; she felt that she really understood the expression I feel it in my bones. Something wasnât right about Charlesâs disappearance, and she knew it.
It was almost as if the past had truly merged into this eerie and haunting reality, and the collision of time here was not going to go away.
Interlude
Heâd known for a long time what heâd had to do. The voice had been telling him for years.
At first, of course, he had ignored it. The vision heâd seen of the past hadnât been real. But then heâd known. Heâd known who he was, and heâd come to know that the voice wouldnât go away until heâd done what needed to be done. And heâd carefully planned it all out, though things had gone a bit strangely today. Didnât matter, though, who was playing Marshall Donegal. It didnât matter at all. Because, of course, an actor was just an actor.
It was Donegal Plantation itself that needed to repay the old debt. That old debt could only be repaid one way.
With blood.
God bless a crowd.
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