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Patrick lowered his hat over his brow and moved to climb out of the coach. The inspector put a hand on his arm.
“Remember what I said about working for the common good,” Davidson said. “Things aren’t going to feel like they make sense for a while, but that’s as it should be. Talent like Doctor McPhee’s is rare but not unheard of, and there are other women with unique abilities.”
“So you’re saying I need to be confused.” He didn’t like this situation.
“You’re going to be surprised, but not all of it will be unpleasant. I wish I could tell you more, but in this case, the truth could endanger your life.”
With that cryptic comment, Davidson exited the carriage. Patrick shook his head and followed, but he drew up short when he saw the private rail car Davids
