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“
He
escorted
one
of
the
young
ladies
home
from
the
dinner
,
my
Lady
.
Hawat
’
s
orders
.
”
“
Which
young
lady
?
”
“
One
of
the
escort
wenches
.
You
understand
,
my
Lady
?
”
He
glanced
at
Mapes
,
lowered
his
voice
.
“
They
’
re
always
calling
on
Idaho
for
special
surveillance
of
the
ladies
.
”
And
Jessica
thought
:
So
they
are
.
But
why
is
he
drunk
?
She
frowned
,
turned
to
Mapes
.
“
Mapes
,
bring
a
stimulant
.
I
’
d
suggest
caffeine
.
Perhaps
there
’
s
some
of
the
spice
coffee
left
.
”
Mapes
shrugged
,
headed
for
the
kitchen
.
Her
unlaced
desert
boots
slap
-
slapped
against
the
stone
floor
.
Idaho
swung
his
unsteady
head
around
to
peer
at
an
angle
toward
Jessica
.
“
Killed
more
’
n
three
hunner
’
men
f
‘
r
the
Duke
,
”
he
muttered
.
“
Whadduh
wanna
know
is
why
’
m
mere
?
Can
’
t
live
unner
th
’
groun
’
here
.
Can
’
t
live
onna
groun
’
here
.
Wha
’
kinna
place
is
’
iss
,
huh
?
”
A
sound
from
the
side
hall
entry
caught
Jessica
’
s
attention
.
She
turned
,
saw
Yueh
crossing
to
them
,
his
medical
kit
swinging
in
his
left
hand
.
He
was
fully
dressed
,
looked
pale
,
exhausted
.
The
diamond
tattoo
stood
out
sharply
on
his
forehead
.
