We rounded a curve in the rut-worn road and ahead I saw a knot of men blocking the way. I had no idea whose men they were, but I knew most of ours wer... well behind us. I waved the girls off the road quickly, urged them to hop down, dismounted myself and then led the young women and my horse into the woods, hoping we had not been seen."What's happening?" asked the tallest blonde, pulling at my elbow.I put my finger to my lips, patted my horse and we listened. We heard nothing."That's a good team. As she slides her hand between the part in her coat and presses her fingers just below the waistline of her skirt, she breathes deeply, inhaling the traces of his musk she had captured in her nostrils with every opportunity she seized to stay near him, to invade his space.Lianna shifts in her seat and her brow pinches sourly as restlessness and discomfort seethe within her. She feels the restrictiveness of her damp clothing, the hardness of the dirty seat beneath her, the cramped confines of. Wakeup call, but the proprietor evidently forgot, and we woke up, on our own, around 8:30. Well, that was OK. We were, by then, only a few hours from home. We could grab some breakfast burgers and eat in the car, and then try to make tracks for Chapel Hill.Tess used her cell phone to call ahead and let the folks know that she'd be late, but would still try to arrive in time for the family's afternoon cookout. The cookout was, evidently, a fairly major Fourth of July Henderson Family. In other words, that bourbon wasn’t spiked. And their County’s Crime Lab found nothing, as well. ‘Hmm, interesting.’ Cerone said. ‘Allen died… but it might have been a sheer coincidence. I won’t question it, though, I’m happy for the results.’ ‘Yes, as am I.’ said Langdon. ‘But if a woman knew to take that vial from my woman, maybe someone else killed Allen? Wargrave?’ ‘Shhhh, don’t even speak that man’s name out loud.’ Cerone said calmly but superstitiously as he ate a piece of steak. ‘But.