Chapter 12
Weehawken, New Jersey, 1807
“Is this place always so damn foggy?” Jess whispered as he crouched down next to Christian in the shadows cast by the same row of trees they’d congregated beneath just a few years earlier. At the time, they’d all thought it insane to be out looking for trouble on a foggy morning. Now, they all thought it insane to be out looking for trouble on a foggy night. But when Aaron Burr had contacted each of them, requesting they return to the site where he’d killed Hamilton, they’d come. Even Moira, who looked at Christian with disgust as she stood several feet away next to Robert. He hadn’t bothered to speak to her, despite the fact that her breasts were even lovelier than he’d remembered. If only he could find a way to secretly photograph her. Then, he co
