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He sat down to read the article It began with the basics: Brian Bradley was from a noble Yorkshire family with ties to the Royal House of Hanover His service to the British military and the Crown started when he was barely out of his teens He’d been pro of the conflict with the Americans and he’d been ordered to the city of Philadelphia to control the intelligence slipping out--and gain it for the British Angus Tarleton’s house was considered one of the finest in the city, so it was natural that an i force should take the iance to the Crown and were allowed to host the general and several members of his retinue It was likely that the faeneral took over the us’s wife, had died in 1774, but Angus was asked to vacate his chamber and move into another rooraciously
As he read Tyler realized that Allison had grown quiet He looked over to see her staring at the door
"What is it?" he asked her
She didn’t hear hilanced at him, startled
"What do you see?"
She shook her head "Nothing"
"Are you okay?"
She ed a weak s else out of her He returned to the article
"While popular legend had it that ‘Beast’ Bradley took suspected patriot spies out to the woods and executed them," he read, "there is no record or proof of this action When the British fled the city and victory was at last proclaied with treason and two executed, but by the patriots, not the British While Bradley was required to interrogate prisoners, there is no known record of any of his interrogations causing the death of those questioned, nor does legend name any names Whether Bradley did or didn’t murder Lucy Tarleton in her own home is up for debate, since the story seems to be part of family lore Therefore, this researcher finds the popular accepted version of her death suspect Lucy Tarleton is buried in the fae House and, not surprisingly, has been seen ‘haunting’ the property"
Tyler felt an unnatural stillness around hi at the entrance, where the stairs from the second floor came up to the attic
He looked in the sa there
He set down his reading, rose and walked over to her, reaching down for her hands, urging her to rise
She took his hands, gazing up at him blankly and then with a question in her eyes
"Break tirounds"
She stood, her knees wobbly
She nodded "We can get out for a few minutes," she said "It’s pretty out there At one time, of course, there were acres and acres Now there’s just the kitchen, the stables and the cemetery The cemetery is nice, and the family vault is beautiful There are other burials and entombments out there, too, and if family members die, they can still be entoround vaults The specs for it are held at the offices of Old Philly History"
She see on and on about the property He set a finger against her lips, looking down into her eyes "What is it you’re seeing?"
He thought he heard so A roaned
"Allison, you see someone I can hear him Who is it?"
She looked beyond hiuished as she spoke to the person Tyler had yet to see "Stop it! Stop it, please stop it, Julian You’re a figination, not his"
Tyler turned to the doorfrawith a cocky flair to his appearance He leaned into the rooht with some amusement, he’d probably practiced his stance in the mirror
"Allison, come on I can’t dothe hat off a nasty old lady as giving a waitress grief at that restaurant tonight and it didn’t work--although I did give her a bit of a chill But I know you see host told her
"Yes, don’t you get it? I see you I’h I have no idea why! I covered for your sorry ass a dozen times, and I always tried to shohen you had a perforood friends, Julian, you knoere!" Allison said Then she clapped a hand over her mouth and turned to face Tyler
"I a with , and he toldJulian in my ht have been a better friend, or…I don’t know He’s like a plague! He won’t go away He was at my house, then he was here, then he was at Independence Hall He’s everywhere! I can’t get away froly, so broken Tyler pulled her into his arht"
He spoke to the youngin the doorway "Surely, there’s a better way to do this! Allison was a good friend to you, and now you’re doing this to her?"