Forty“Your brother, Sir John, he acted like he was going for an afternoon stroll in the sunshine. Wasn’t concerned in the least. I’m sure he was distracting that spawn of Beelzebub from us. Drawing him right away from the house, he was.”
John was standing just inside the chaplain Charles Washington’s hallway. The old man was clad in soft slippers and had a woolen rug thrown across the back of his neck; his head was about level with Russell’s shoulder, and he was blinking away sleep. He and Nelson had banged on his door until he shuffled out and opened up to them after a lengthy checking process. Dawn was barely breaking, but he was impatient to get on Sebastian’s track as soon as he could. They’d already wasted a whole night.
“Sounds like Sebastian, Reverend. He wouldn’t have wanted it a
