I stood and looked out the small window. I didn’t see anything at first, but then I saw it. A small band of men, ten maybe, were making their way to...ard the castle. I tried to see who they were, but my eyes could only make out small figures. They approached slowly, almost as if they were tired. Finally when they were only a few yards from the gate, I could make out their plaids. My heart stopped, and my breath caught in my throat. Frasers? I moved away quickly from the window, and began to. While her adorable wife was temporarily occupied changing clothes,Trish looked up the files on the Hammond case on which Sam was working.It concerned a large, wealthy family, with missing persons, cheatingspouses, asset disputes, and multiple drama queens. Officially, bothTrish and Sam worked all cases and got proportional fees, but usually,one or the other was the lead on any given case, and this was Sam's. Ifthe bullshit got too deep on a case, they'd work it fifty-fifty, but itwas rare that. Hughes usually wore. She only let them wear those for goinginto town, when she thought it would be safer for them if they dressedin an authoritative manor.They crept out the window and dropped down onto the front porch withoutbeing seen. The sun had just gone down, the street lights were juststarting to flicker, and when they felt that the darkness concealedthem, they held hands.At the theater, Georgia suggested they go see a documentary aboutAfrican Birds. That theater was less than a quarter. Princess Alexena spread her hands. “It’s nothing,” she said. “But you do see why I want this woman ... this so-called Head of State ... alive?”“Oh yes, Highness, I do indeed. And I shall do my utmost to ensure that she is delivered into your hands. I shall give my life, if need be.” “I hope it doesn’t have to come to that,” replied Princess Alexena, suddenly grave.“From what I have heard, this is no ordinary foe, Highness.”“Hhmmm ... but surely none can match the might of Barbaria?” “Certainly.