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shot glass into her Guinness, and swallowing down the mixture.
    â€œCheat!” Will said to Whitney. “You poured your shot in—you just drink the whole thing.”
    â€œHey, you drink it your way, and I’ll drink it mine!” Whitney protested.
    â€œYou’re not doing it the Irish way,” Will said, looking to Jenna for help.
    â€œDrink it however you like!” Jenna said, smiling sweetly at Will.
    There was a small room in the back of the bar, and Jake, Will Chan, Jenna Duffy and Whitney Tremont had it to themselves that night, so it was nice. Jackson Crow was back at the hotel with Angela Hawkins. They’d all just met for the first time on the Holloway case, and Jackson, the skeptic, had quickly fallen in love with Angela—despite their different approaches to their work. Go figure. The entire team respectedand admired them both, and they were glad that the two were indulging in some quality time together.
    And for Jake, it felt good to be in the bar with his coworkers.
    During the Holloway case, they had gotten to know one another. Will and Whitney were excellent with cameras and sound systems; Jenna was a registered nurse, something that could always come in handy when traipsing through strange landscapes and old buildings. His own expertise was computers—and computer hacking. He could usually find any piece of information on any site, public, private or even heavily coded. Yet they’d all had certain unusual experiences in life that had led them to being excellent investigators—and, together, able to discern deeper, darker undercurrents to the event they researched. Now, they also had badges. After the Holloway case, it had been deemed that they would continue to work together, and they would do so with all proper credentials as FBI agents.
    â€œNow, quit whining over the way a woman drinks her drink,” Jenna said and turned, leaning an elbow on their table, to talk to Whitney. She had brilliant green eyes and red hair, and a smile that could melt ice. “I want to know what else I’ve missed. The World War II museum, the Civil War museum, plantations, the zoo…”
    â€œShall we have another drink?” Whitney asked.
    But before Jenna could answer, they all heard their phones buzz.
    â€œText from Jackson,” Whitney murmured.
    â€œMeeting in the morning,” Jenna said, the slight Irish lilt in her voice grave.
    â€œHmm. Do you think that means that we’re not heading to Alexandria?” Will asked.
    â€œIt means something is up,” Whitney said, looking at Jake.
    â€œI’ll pay the bill,” Jake told them.
    They walked back to their hotel slowly and silently, each wondering what they’d discover in the morning. After they parted, Jake sat up a very long time.
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    It became morning at last. Ashley didn’t feel as if she’d slept at all. The dreams continued to plague her, only now she was Emma Donegal, leaving the house in the aftermath of the battle to find the bloody body of her husband. And when she woke herself from the dream, she could have sworn that deceased Confederate soldier was sitting in the wingback chair by the doors to the second-story wraparound porch. She was more tired from being in bed than she was from being awake.
    A shower helped revive her a little. Dressed and ready for the day, she headed down to the kitchen. Once it had been a gentleman’s den, and then it had been an office, and then, when it was no longer deemed necessary to have the main kitchen in an outbuilding, it had become a wonderful, bright kitchen. The walls were a pale yellow. There was a centergranite worktable with stools around it, and suspended racks that held several dozen shining copper cooking utensils. A breakfast nook held a table that sat eight.
    Beth was just pouring milk from a carton into serving pitchers. “Coffee is on. None of the guests have made it in yet,” she said