The Best Christmas Ever (Krewe of Hunters) by Graham Heather

Author:Graham, Heather [Graham, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2019-12-21T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 4

The entrance to the basement wasn’t in the kitchen, but rather behind a door that sat to the rear of the stairway leading down from the second floor.

Jackson headed to it, followed by the boy.

Handsome kid. Nice kid, too, so it seemed. Of course, he didn’t know him.

To his surprise, Jackson wasn’t startled by the presence of Thomas Jefferson in the parlor, seated beneath the copy of the painting of him—seated where he still liked to sit.

Something had been special about this place; he had known it. He wondered if Angela had felt it all, too, or if she had just wanted to make him happy. But Angela loved history; she believed the present always related back to history in one way or another, or even when it came to a perp they were trying to pinpoint or track down. As the philosopher George Santayana had said, “Those who cannot remember history are condemned to repeat it.”

Studying people throughout history, you learned what made people tick—the good, the bad, and the ugly. Studying situations could avoid the mistakes that led to war or the abuse of one people over another. She loved studying Abraham Lincoln and Jefferson Davis, the one and only President of the Confederacy. She was quick to remind him they’d both been human, writing each other letters of condolence when each family had lost a child in their respective White Houses.

People were people. History taught how we could bring out the best and the worst in one another.

“Are you angry with me? Are you sure...like you want me to spend the night? If they’ll let me?” Corby asked.

Jackson turned to him, startled, aware he’d been deep in thought. “I’m so sorry, Corby. I need to make that call.”

He pulled out his phone; it was one minute before midnight. He quickly dialed Deputy Marlin O’Boyle’s phone number.

O’Boyle answered, saying, “This must be Special Supervising Agent Jackson Crow—and it just turned into midnight. Come on, sir, I’m an old dude here—you couldn’t give it another minute, eh? But that’s okay. I’m crazy about that kid. I will come and get him.”

“Uh, no. I mean, yes, this is Jackson Crow. But I don’t want you to come and get Corby. He is here; he’s fine. But here’s the thing. Can you talk to Miss Victoria or whoever we need to talk to? It’s Christmas. I’d like to let the kid have a Christmas. We have plenty of room. May he just stay here tonight?”

Corby Latimer was looking at him with so much hope.

“I, yeah, I’m sure it will be okay. I mean, you are a Fed and all that. A married Fed—that seems to be important. And your wife is alive and well. Sure, I’ll call the orphanage. Miss Victoria might enjoy that kind of a break—a lot of the kids have places they get to go for Christmas. She’s a nice woman—she’s just got a lot on her plate. Oh, she has help, but...well, any big city. We got orphans.

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