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“What is it?” Frobisher gru neither Saraveyard had done nothing to iain, Ted wouldn’t be Ted if he were sunny

“Just drink it,” Reave his hand a pat

Frobisher took a gulp, scrunched up his face, then took a second gulp

Sa on the fire, then joined Reback chair, wrapped in a flannel blanket and fresh from a hot shower

After leaving Frobisher’sin the mud, Sam had sprinted back to the BMW, which Remi had turned around and pulled up to the driveway His decision to leave before the police had been an instinctive one: Though they’d done nothing wrong, being ele theut told him the more distance they put between themselves and the man, the better

With Sam back in the car they’d sped back down Black Road, then headed west on Mount Vernon Road Thirty seconds later they saw flashing lights come around the corner behind them and pull onto Black Road At Sam’s direction Remi did a quick U-turn, pulled over to the shoulder, and doused the headlights, waiting until the eency responders—a police cruiser and a fire truck, it appeared—reached the boiler graveyard She then pulled out and headed back toward Princess Anne Forty minutes later they were back in their room at the B&B

“How do you feel?” Sam asked Frobisher

“How do you think I feel? I’ve been kidnapped and assaulted”

Frobisher was in his e of silver He wore a pair of Ben Franklin half-glasses; behind the wet and cold and shaken up, the only leftover froht cheek where the man had pistol-whipped him

“Kidnapped and assaulted is better than kidnapped, assaulted, and killed,” Sam observed

“I suppose,” he replied, then gru under his breath

“What was that, Ted?”

“I said, thanks for rescuing me”

“I bet that hurt to say,” Remi replied

“You have no idea But I mean it Thanks Both of you” He drained the last of his brandy, then held out the snifter for ed