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Chapter sixty-five

Sloan accepted the gentle hug from the priest.  The clergyman’s words were comforting but they didn’t bring back the eighteen years Sloan had been away from his Ma.

Sloan felt a hand on his shoulder.  He turned to find Gordon beside him.

“How are you holding up, son?” Gordon asked concerned.

“Alright,” Sloan sighed.  “Right now I just want to get something to eat and get some sleep.  Then we can figure out if it’s safe to stay for the funeral or if we need to get out of Belfast.”

Gordon smiled at Sloan encouragingly.  “Sounds like a plan.”

The sound of rather loud muttering caught the two men’s attention.  Sloan’s brow furrowed as he noticed Liam and Robert deep in conversation with one of Liam’s men.  The young man was breathlessly panting, his blond cropped hair damp with sweat, unusual given the chill outside.  He had been in a hurry and was now giving a report.

“Where is Abigail?” Sloan asked uneasily.

“She was it the kitchen the last I knew,” Gordon answered.

Robert and Liam crossed the living room to them.  “They have Abbey,” Robert growled.

“How?” Gordon snapped.  “I told her not to wander off.  She was right here.”

Terror replaced the sorrow in Sloan’s eyes.  He ran his hands through his thick black hair as he fought the nightmares running through his mind.

“She was heading for the grocer and threw up in the street.  They arrested her for littering,” Robert continued.

“Why was she going to the grocer?” Gordon demanded.

“Why does Abbey do anything she does?”

Sloan ripped his wool trench coat from the wooden coat tree in the hall.  “I’m going to go get her,” he spat.

Robert grabbed his arm roughly.  “Like hell you are.”

“Robert’s right,” Gordon replied softly.

“I’m not going to let her rot in a British prison!  Not because of me!” Sloan shouted.

“No we won’t allow that.”  Gordon nodded in Robert and Bartholomew’s direction.  “The boys can go to the U.S. Embassy and make a case of false arrest.  We’ll get her back.”

Sloan glared at them silently.  He angrily tossed his trench coat back onto the coat tree then stormed into the kitchen.

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About triciaandersen

I am the author and illustrator of the children's book "The Peculiar Princess". I am also the author of two adult fantasy romance novels, "The Sorceress of Savon" and "The Woodcutter King of Muladin". Along with being an author I am married to a wonderful guy and have three beautiful children. I coach youth track and field, sew and chase my children around to their various activities.

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