Look for MUSIC IN THE NIGHT, the final book in the series, coming at the start of October!
"Which brings us
here to this moment." Mr. Lincoln sat back, clasping his hands in his lap.
His mouth quirked up and his eyes narrowed just a little, so Ess felt as if he
could somehow see through her. It made her want to fidget. "What was your
name again?"
"Joshua, sir."
A sudden dropping sensation took her breath away. Why would he ask her that?
Wouldn't her name have been at the top of the report Sutter gave him?
"You're sure?"
"Sir?"
He raised a hand and
a door on the far side of the meeting room opened. Ess flinched, realizing the
door hadn't been entirely closed. Sutter walked in, and that dropping sensation
increased, making her slightly dizzy. Why had he been listening at the door?
Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes. The new clothes that felt so fine
now felt like a trap. How could she flee, vanish into the streets, wearing such
clothes? They would make her stand out like a beacon on a hill.
"I'm curious.
What do you plan to do when you can no longer disguise yourself as a boy?"
"Sir?"
Agent Sutter said, stopping so abruptly he seemed to lean forward for a second.
His eyes widened and he stared at Ess.
"I'll ask you
again, young lady, what is your name? Your real name," Mr. Lincoln
emphasized.
He laughed softly,
shoulders shaking, as Sutter stared, looking back and forth between Ess and the
president.
"Odessa Vivian
Fremont, sir," she admitted, bracing herself for a torrent of questions.
Ess saw the moment
Agent Sutter made the connection, the moment his frown relaxed into
understanding and his eyes widened. Then he grinned and she couldn't decide if
she should be relieved or perturbed by him.
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