An Agent For Magdala (Pinkerton Matchmaker 37) by Caroline Clemmons

Author:Caroline Clemmons [Clemmons, Caroline]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-08-07T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Cloud handed over the messages he wanted sent. “I’ll check back tomorrow to see if we have answers.”

The telegrapher gave him a measuring look before nodding. “I’ll send these immediately.”

Cloud paid and then escorted Maggie toward the hotel. “We can’t just languish in the hotel while we attempt to catch the crooks.”

“I’ve wondered what we’ll do if they strike again? We can’t let that happen but I’m puzzled as to how to stop them.”

Cloud rubbed his neck with his free hand. “That’s worried me, too. We’ll have to keep up with the Ramblers and Kennedy’s whereabouts.”

“They admired my jewelry. I thought certain it might tempt them.”

He glanced at her. “I’m sure it has. Right now I’ll bet they’re scheming on relieving you of every gem. We have to prevent that from happening.”

He’d revised his opinion that she looked snooty. Her regal bearing created the illusion of her being above everyone else. Now he knew that was not how she thought.

Her delicate features were perfect. Although she always appeared calm and in control, he’d come to recognize vulnerability in her green eyes. Gave him a sense of… not intimacy, surely… but of closeness. She had become his partner in reality.

“We need to catch them in the act.” Her comment broke into his woolgathering.

“You’ve laid the bait, Maggie. All we can do is continue investigating. Those wires will either cinch our opinion or leave us wondering.”

He patted her hand where it rested on his arm. “Let’s look inside the Alamo ruins, shall we?”

They ambled along as if they had no purpose in life other than enjoying themselves. He was amazed to realize there were people who lived in the manner they projected. Did they get bored? What would it be like to be able to go where you wanted when the mood struck you?

Most royalty had responsibilities but there were countless wealthy people who’d inherited a fortune and dedicated their time to spending money. He wondered if he could get used to that life. No, he needed a purpose. Being a Pinkerton fulfilled his dreams.

As if reading his mind, Maggie asked, “How long have you wanted to be a Pinkerton agent?”

“Since I learned they existed. I actually met Pinkerton when I was a soldier. When I learned he’d formed his agency after the war, I applied.”

“When you were a boy, what did you want to become?”

He chuckled. “Grown, so I could do something that provided enough to eat. My folks were poor and struggled to feed their family of three boys and two girls. I had no idea what, but I vowed I would not have a wife and children until I could be certain I could provide whatever they needed.”

“What kind of work did your father do?”

“You mean his job… he worked in a factory at the edge of Chicago. My brothers went to work there as soon as they were old enough. Guess I would have too but the war came along and I enlisted.”

She’d gasped and laid her hand at her throat when he mentioned Chicago.

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