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"Yes," Allison said "Give me a minute I want to rinse my face" She drew in a deep breath "We’ll hear froine They’ll want to arrange so for Sarah"

Tyler nodded He watched her rise stiffly and walk toward the pantry

She hadn’t been as close to Sarah as she had to Julian

But she’d lost soht back," she promised

Allison was true to her word She just needed cold water on her face and a moment alone to breathe

Now Sarah was dead, too

But these people, the Kreere here to help

So she was going to help the whatever she could

She met Tyler back in the salon and motioned for hiht to the back door; the Tarleton-Dandridge was, despite its grandiose styling, still a shotgun house The hall had allowed the breeze to sweep right through on hot days

"The back can be accessed through the pantry and the music room," Tyler noted

"It’s the same door, but the music room and the pantry lead toward it froht have missed?"

She shook her head "There’s a fire escape out of Lucy Tarleton’s rooht-hand , you’ll see it It’s a legal requirement," she said

Tyler stopped at the twenty-foot expanse between the house and the stables

"What?" she asked him

"I saw the horse," he said He looked at her "And the dog"

"Firewalker and Robert?" Had he seen thee black stallion, about seventeen hands tall," he told her

"And the dog?"

"Big old hound or e and tawny"

"He was a wolfhound ," Tyler said "I wouldn’t uess back then, he had lots of roo"

"You live in an apartment?"

"For the moment" He scanned the property as they spoke and then his eyes settled on her "I lived most of my life in San Antonio, but as you know, our inia Our peret a house, and there’s still plenty of land around us The closer you get to the Capitol, of course, the harder it becomes to have ain, and a dog--so, an enormous old hound, loyal to the core"