Arriving in Richmond, John and Nettie went to the Confederate State Department, where Secretary of State Judah Benjamin now commanded the Secret Service operations in the U.S. and Canada. John cooled his heels in an anteroom while Nettie met with Benjamin.
“This shouldn’t take too long, Mr. Surratt,” she cooed as she left. She still wore that blasted masque veil, but John envisioned her eyes sparkling. Her outcry of “Shoot the damned Yankees!” echoed in his mind. So much beauty propelled by so much malice. She attracted and repulsed him at the same time. How could I feel so strongly for someone like this? He questioned his own fantasy. Sure, she was stunning; no red-blooded male would argue with that.
How could I feel so strongly for someone like this? But her nerve, her courage, her bra
