Wilkes paced his quiet hotel suite and snapped open his pocket watch, anxious for Nettie Maynard to finish her White House séance. She was already twenty minutes late for her reading with him. This time he"d invited her over, knowing he"d feel more at ease on his own turf. He intended to steer the conversation toward sending theater tickets to the White House on a regular basis. He had surprised himself by eagerly awaiting Nettie"s visit, and not just for the information he"d glean about Lincoln. He was convinced a spirit was watching him, and morbidly curious about who it was, but more anxious to know why this was happening now. Was it a guide to help him carry out his plan? Most of all, what was with that blasted coin?
Anticipation and dread kept him on edge all day. And this time, he p
