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Jeremiah knew. And he knew everything that it would have meant. He needed space. He needed to leave the house and get away from everyone and everything. He needed to be able to center himself until he had control over his own actions again. He needed this because he knew what Cindy did not.
Jeremiah had been about to kiss her.
6
Officers were carrying furniture out of the bedroom and Mark gestured for Cindy to wait a moment while they finished. She leaned against the wall and a minute later they carried carpet and padding out.
“Okay, wait until you see this,” Mark said, a huge grin on his face that she could tell was completely genuine. Whatever it was he was truly excited for her to see it.
She stepped forward, looked into the room and then just stared, slack-jawed, struggling to comprehend what she was seeing.
“I know, right?” Mark said.
The entire floor looked like it was made of gold with ornate carvings toward the edges and semi-precious stones scattered throughout. Light from the ceiling was reflected all along the surface and it almost seemed to shimmer.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered.
“I know.”
“Is it gold?” she asked.
“It looks like it, but the theory is that it’s actually amber.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, the rabbi has a theory that this is a piece of the Amber Room.”
“What’s the Amber Room?” Cindy asked. She felt like she’d heard the name once a longtime ago, it had a vague familiarity to it in that way, but she didn’t know anything beyond that.
“It was a cultural treasure plundered by the Nazis when they invaded Russia,” Jeremiah said behind her.
She jumped slightly, startled to realize he was standing behind her and she hadn’t known it.
“Really?” she asked.
“Yes, they stole it from the Catherine Palace in Pushkin. The room, made out of amber and completed with jewels was originally a gift to Peter the Great to celebrate peace between Russia and Prussia in 1716. It’s one of the most famous art treasures looted during the war that’s never been recovered.”
“That’s amazing, but what’s a piece of it doing here?” Cindy breathed, unable to take her eyes off of it.
“That would be the million dollar question,” Mark said.
Cindy continued to stare at it for another minute and then asked. “What are you going to do with it?”
“We need to box it up and send it to a lab for testing and authentication if that’s possible,” Mark said. “We can’t leave it here.”
She nodded, feeling disappointed that she wouldn’t be able to see it again. It was a truly magnificent sight and for a just a few moments it had made her forget about everything else.
“Okay, time for you to go home and get some rest while we take care of this,” Mark said at last.
She nodded, grateful that Jeremiah had called her to come see this despite what had happened because of it.
Mark had gotten a late start in the morning, oversleeping his alarm. In the old days Paul would have called him and woke him up. Sometimes it was the simple things about having a partner that he missed. As it was Traci woke him up to let him know that she would be having lunch with Cindy. He was hoping it would do them both some good. Traci had been through so much in the last year it would do her good to talk to somebody other than him and he was sure that she’d be able to help Cindy a great deal as well.
He made it into the station and sat down at his desk. He’d had four cups of coffee so far and he still felt like something the cat had dragged in. He wiped a hand across his eyes as he tried to get himself to focus.
“Come on, you can pull it together,” he encouraged himself.
There were a couple of phone messages for him, nothing that seemed urgent, but he figured he’d get them out of the way first. He’d just hung up from the last one when Liam stopped by his desk.
“You’re out of uniform,” Mark noticed. He hadn’t meant it to sound critical, he was
Jeremiah had been about to kiss her.
6
Officers were carrying furniture out of the bedroom and Mark gestured for Cindy to wait a moment while they finished. She leaned against the wall and a minute later they carried carpet and padding out.
“Okay, wait until you see this,” Mark said, a huge grin on his face that she could tell was completely genuine. Whatever it was he was truly excited for her to see it.
She stepped forward, looked into the room and then just stared, slack-jawed, struggling to comprehend what she was seeing.
“I know, right?” Mark said.
The entire floor looked like it was made of gold with ornate carvings toward the edges and semi-precious stones scattered throughout. Light from the ceiling was reflected all along the surface and it almost seemed to shimmer.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered.
“I know.”
“Is it gold?” she asked.
“It looks like it, but the theory is that it’s actually amber.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, the rabbi has a theory that this is a piece of the Amber Room.”
“What’s the Amber Room?” Cindy asked. She felt like she’d heard the name once a longtime ago, it had a vague familiarity to it in that way, but she didn’t know anything beyond that.
“It was a cultural treasure plundered by the Nazis when they invaded Russia,” Jeremiah said behind her.
She jumped slightly, startled to realize he was standing behind her and she hadn’t known it.
“Really?” she asked.
“Yes, they stole it from the Catherine Palace in Pushkin. The room, made out of amber and completed with jewels was originally a gift to Peter the Great to celebrate peace between Russia and Prussia in 1716. It’s one of the most famous art treasures looted during the war that’s never been recovered.”
“That’s amazing, but what’s a piece of it doing here?” Cindy breathed, unable to take her eyes off of it.
“That would be the million dollar question,” Mark said.
Cindy continued to stare at it for another minute and then asked. “What are you going to do with it?”
“We need to box it up and send it to a lab for testing and authentication if that’s possible,” Mark said. “We can’t leave it here.”
She nodded, feeling disappointed that she wouldn’t be able to see it again. It was a truly magnificent sight and for a just a few moments it had made her forget about everything else.
“Okay, time for you to go home and get some rest while we take care of this,” Mark said at last.
She nodded, grateful that Jeremiah had called her to come see this despite what had happened because of it.
Mark had gotten a late start in the morning, oversleeping his alarm. In the old days Paul would have called him and woke him up. Sometimes it was the simple things about having a partner that he missed. As it was Traci woke him up to let him know that she would be having lunch with Cindy. He was hoping it would do them both some good. Traci had been through so much in the last year it would do her good to talk to somebody other than him and he was sure that she’d be able to help Cindy a great deal as well.
He made it into the station and sat down at his desk. He’d had four cups of coffee so far and he still felt like something the cat had dragged in. He wiped a hand across his eyes as he tried to get himself to focus.
“Come on, you can pull it together,” he encouraged himself.
There were a couple of phone messages for him, nothing that seemed urgent, but he figured he’d get them out of the way first. He’d just hung up from the last one when Liam stopped by his desk.
“You’re out of uniform,” Mark noticed. He hadn’t meant it to sound critical, he was
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