Chapter Twenty-Three
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Chapter Twenty-three |
It rained all the way to
Cincinnati.
It was an icy, driven rain,
meant to tear a hole in her heart and tears from her eyes. The dark clouds hung
heavy over the flat Ohio farmland in dense clumps of gray, sometimes spitting
fat droplets of water on them, sometimes sharp pellets of ice. The sun wouldn’t
dare peek through the thick mass, Claire told herself. Her mood simply wouldn’t
allow it.
Vicki met them at the back door
to the farmhouse. Her mother had just fallen asleep. It was nearly nine o’clock
in the evening, so she helped both Claire and Jack with their things and told
them to rest. They fell into an exhausted heap on the bed in her old room, just
across the hall from her mother’s. They had driven straight through to Ohio
with only brief stops along the way. Jack had managed some sleep, still
recovering from the food poisoning incident; Claire, of course, never closed
her eyes. Vicki promised to stay and sleep on the couch, just in case either of
them needed her.
Deep into the night Claire woke
to the now familiar burning within her abdomen. Taking a deep breath, she rose,
glanced at the clock radio, and then left the room to visit the bathroom down
the hall. The nausea welled up in her again, having slowed its coming and going
the past couple of weeks, but this time it attacked in full force. She barely
made it to the commode before she lost the small amount of food she’d eaten
that day and other fluids she’d rather not have lost at all.
Ever since the kidnapping, she’d
had the bouts with nausea. It wasn’t until recently that she realized why.
As she straightened and shakily
swiped at her mouth with a towel, she realized she’d let her stomach get too
empty during the day. With everything else hounding at her, she’d forgotten to
eat. Her eyes closed for a moment, and then she hit the lever to flush the
toilet’s contents, tucked the towel into the rack on the shower door, and laid
her hand on her stomach as she turned toward the door.
“Are you all right?” Her mother’s
soft voice came to her like a soothing lullaby. She stood in the doorway, her
terry robe snugly tied at her thin waist. Her eyes filled with concern, her
hand extended.
“Oh, Mama…” Claire drifted into
her mother’s arms. She held her close for the first time in a long time, her
mother’s touch soothing away the anxiety and fear. Her mother placed her hands
on Claire’s shoulders and pulled away.
“Come. Let’s sit down and talk.”
She nodded, taking her mother’s
hand in hers as they walked slowly to her bedroom. They faced each other as
they sat on the bed. Her mother grasped both Claire’s hands and laid them
gently in her lap, softly petting. Claire wondered if her mother noticed the
contrast in their hands—her own still smooth and youthful fingers against the
wrinkled skin-covered bones of her mother’s.
Looking up just as her mother
did, their gazes locked. The look on her face startled Claire. It was as if she
were wrestling with something, something incredibly important she needed to
share. Continuing to watch, a finger of panic gripped her diaphragm and forced
her breathing to come in shallow breaths. Then her mother’s lips parted, her
tongue gently raked over her dry, thin lips.
“How long have you known about
the baby?” she calmly questioned.
She knew she should be
questioning her mother about her own health. That she should be insisting she
get back into bed, or better yet, to the hospital. But it felt so good to be
home, and so good to talk to her. Suddenly, she didn’t want to think of her
mother being ill. She just wanted her mama.
Her tummy tightened again and then
quickly relaxed. It only took one look into her mother’s eyes to know
everything would be all right. She breathed deeply for the first time in quite
a long time. As her eyes closed, her throat relaxed and the thick lump melted.
“I think I’ve suspected for
about a month. I wasn’t sure, but I am now.” She reveled in how good it felt to
finally discuss her suspected pregnancy with someone and get her thoughts clear
in her mind.
“You haven’t been to a doctor?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Don’t you think you should?”
She searched her mother’s face.
“Yes, I think I should. I just haven’t.”
Her mother’s hands tightened
around hers. “I know. There have been too many other things on your mind. Too
many problems to solve.” She looked thoughtfully into Claire’s face. “Does Jack
know?”
“No,” she whispered. “Mama, how
did you know?”
Smiling, her mother reached up
to take her daughter’s face in her hands. “I know so much, you wouldn’t
believe, child.”
Claire bit her lip. Her mother’s
reply was puzzling. She knew so much? Had Vicki been talking to her? Surely,
that was it.
“Mama? Are you ashamed of me?”
Bringing her fully into her
embrace now, her mother’s hands rubbed briskly over her back, her soft voice
caressing her ear like a warm summer’s breeze off the ocean. “I have never
been, nor ever will be, ashamed of you. Nor is your papa. He is smiling down on
you, I’m sure.”
Claire broke away. “Do you
think so, Mama?”
She nodded.
“I don’t know what to do. It’s
all so, complicated.” She spoke to her mother as though she knew all the
details of her predicament. And yet, that would be impossible.
Her mother smoothed the fabric
over her upper arms. “Your heart will tell you what to do, honey.”
“But there’s so much you don’t
understand. There are so many things to be considered.” Her eyes widened and
her gaze met with her mother’s and held.
“You will do what is best for
you and the child. You’ve been waiting all your life, Claire. You must do what
is meant for you to do. No matter what the odds or the cost.”
For several minutes, she simply
soaked up her mother’s words. What did her mother know? “What are you saying,
Mama?”
Briefly, she closed her eyes and
then snapped them wide open. “I am saying that you have a destiny to fulfill. You
have a good idea what that is. So do I. I’ve been expecting this. It is of no
importance to discuss it yet. We will, but not tonight. But just in case, seek
your dreams, Claire. So many never get the chance.”
“Mama,” she whispered, “it’s
more than you would ever think of in an entire lifetime. I may never see you
again.”
“I know.”
Tears spilled onto her cheeks. “You
know?”
When her mother looked at her,
Claire not only sensed but also saw the understanding there. “I know what I
need to know. Go. Live your life. I’m dying. I know that, so do you. Follow
your heart. And when you do, I’ll know you’ve fulfilled your destiny and have
completed the circle. You’ll understand soon enough. Someday, you’ll be
repeating the same words to a child of your own.”
The lump was back in her
throat, bigger than before. “Mama,” she choked out the words. “You’re not going
to die.”
“Yes. Yes, I am. And so will
you someday. We all die, Claire. I’m ready. It’s time.”
She melted into her mother’s
feeble body and held her close. The older woman had grown so frail the past few
months and was fading fast. There was not a damn thing Claire could do about
it. Her mother’s life was nearly over, but her own life with Jack had only just
begun.
Complete the circle?
Her gaze fell back to her
mother’s watery eyes. “Oh, Mama. I’ve made so many mistakes. Sometimes I just
don’t know what to do.”
Her mother laid a gentle hand
against her cheek. “Child, never be sorry for doing what has to be done. The
choices are out of your hands. The decisions have already been made.”
Her words wove a magical spell,
casting a light of hope and peace around them. Suddenly, she knew everything
would work out as it should. Maybe not right away, but eventually. There was
nothing she or anyone could do, but everything would turn out all right in the
end. She just had to believe.
“Since you were a young child,
you were cursed with this notion that you always had to do the right thing,
choose the right path, present the right image. Don’t you see that really doesn’t
matter? What matters is that you do what you were sent to this earth to do,
big, or small. And if you don’t know what that thing is yet, you will soon.”
She touched her mother’s hand,
warm and soft, and held it in her palm.
She went on. “Sometimes what
you were sent to do, is simply to find your love. Your spirit mate. That’s all.”
She paused, cleared her throat. “Jack will take care of you, as you will him. Fill
your lives with joy and love and lots of children and you’ll never be sorry.”
Claire felt the mist of tears
sting her eyes again. As she lifted her gaze, she thought she could see her
mother grow almost stronger.
Her eyes sparkled.
“I have loved him forever,
Mama.”
She nodded and then laid a
compassionate hand on Claire’s forearm. “I know. I know,” she said. “Claire. Do
not grieve for me long. Time is running out. Your future is waiting. There is
so much I haven’t told you…” Her mother coughed then, repeatedly, and she waved
Claire away. “Just tired, love. We’ll talk tomorrow. And then I will meet your
Jack.”
Claire’s throat tightened as
sobs dared to choke her. Suddenly, she was in her mother’s arms, crying tears
long suppressed. Crying for the fact her mother would soon be gone and her
child would never see his grandmother’s face. She feared she’d not appreciated
her mother enough in her lifetime and wondered what she could do to make it all
up.
****
Jack sat on the back porch and
watched Claire and her mother walk slowly toward the house from the garden. He
could easily see the bond between the two. They strolled arm in arm, pausing to
sniff a flower or pluck one up and lay it in a basket. Claire’s mother loved
her flowers, it seemed, and she had a garden full of them—red poppies her
favorite, Claire had told him.
This land, this place, was so
different from the place he’d lived in his life. The ocean was so far away, he
couldn’t hear the roar any longer. But it did not matter. This time here, spent
with Claire’s mother, was for the best. And it allowed him a brief respite, a
breather, from their frantic search.
His thoughts drifted to the
curse. Should they be concerned? Could a dead man’s skull truly slam a curse on
their lives? So far they were living in the same century and nothing had
happened. He could not fathom any reason why he would ever leave Claire behind.
Or why she would choose not to be with him.
Still, it troubled him, and he
waited for the unexpected. The one fear in coming here was that Claire, and
perhaps he, would forget to be cautious. She would be easily distracted now. He
had to keep his eyes open and be ready for anything.
They could never forget to be
cautious.
He didn’t trust Blackbeard for
a moment. He trusted this Rick even less.
And he’d be damned if he’d let
Claire or her mother out of his sight for a minute’s time.
Smiling, the women approached
the porch, and he rose out of a white wicker rocker. He smiled back. Claire
ascended the steps slowly with her mother on her arm. When they reached the
top, she moved into him and kissed him softly on the lips.
“Good morning, Jack,” she
whispered. “Sleep well?”
He nodded. “Yes, very well,
thank you.”
“Feeling better?”
He nodded, and then reached for
Claire’s mother’s hand and looked squarely into her green eyes. Claire’s eyes. Hannah’s.
Old eyes, full of wisdom. “Mrs. Winslow. It is a pleasure to meet you.”
She laid her hand gently in his,
and he clasped it so very carefully. Her skin slightly yellow and paper thin,
her bones fragile, she squeezed back with a strength he had no idea she could
possess.
“Mama, this is Jack.”
“I know.” Slowly, the woman
moved forward and smiled, keeping his hand tucked in hers. “I am so glad to
finally meet you, Jack.” She motioned to the furniture on the porch. “Let’s sit
and talk. We have so much to catch up on.”
She led him to a glider, and
they sat together, his hand still in hers. Claire took the rocker to her mother’s
left, angled toward him.
The older woman sat quietly for
a moment, staring at Jack’s hand, and then lifted her gaze to peer out over the
garden and the fields beyond.
“There is a circle to life that
we sometimes fail to grasp in this day and age,” she began. “Today’s world is
too busy to notice it. But when you stop and ponder the very basic elements of
life, it is possible to suspend disbelief and understand.”
He looked to Claire, who was
intently listening and watching her mother.
“In reality, it is quite
simple.” She turned to her daughter. “I know it all has seemed very
complicated, but really, it is not. I have sheltered you from the truth,
Claire, for too long. It is time that I share this with you.” She looked to
Jack. “And to you.”
She continued. “We come into
this world as a spirit. Our bodies are simply the house our spirit lives in. Spirits
never die. They just get wiser. They live, they love, they make mistakes, they
learn, they evolve, they grow, and they gain wisdom.” She squeezed Jack’s hand
and turned her attention back to him. “Sometimes spirits get lost between
worlds. Sometimes, in their efforts to grow and gain wisdom, they get
sidetracked. Fortunately, for us—for you Jack, for Claire and for me—we’ve
evolved in such a way that we’ve learned to manipulate elements of time and
space and understand the workings of the earth, even if by happenstance. The
weather, elements of nature, the moon’s cycles—these help our spirits find
their rightful places. They help them find love, to grow, to have families, and
to become wise. To help other spirits on their way.”
She paused, and Jack watched
her face. Her eyes closed and she took a cleansing breath.
“The blue moon storm,” Claire
said.
Her mother opened her eyes.
“Yes. Blue moons are powerful. Coupled with other elements of nature—storms,
high tides, earthquakes, winds, and more—time can shift. Portals can open. And
close.”
Jack thought about that last
part. And close.
“Mama,” Claire whispered. “My
spirit. Was my spirit with Jack before?”
They watched, and she nodded.
“I am supposed to be with Jack.
Is that what you are saying?”
She opened her eyes then and
looked to her daughter. “You are the only one who knows that, Claire. That is
not for me to say. You have to feel it. In your heart. Deep in your soul.”
Jack met Claire’s gaze then and
he felt the incredible draw, the taut golden thread that indeed did bind them
together. He knew it. Did she?
“Yes, Mama. I understand,” she
murmured.
“Our spirits have been entwined
for eons,” her mother continued. “We’re all just trying to find our way back
together, sweetheart. And part of making our spirits happy, is finding the one
we love. Our spirit mates, or soul mates as they are often called today. The
passage of time sometimes makes it all so difficult. Unless one learns how to
travel, figure out the elements, respect Mother Nature, and use it to her
advantage. Spirit mates, my child, cannot be denied. The sad part lies when
spirit mates reside in different times and have no earthly clue how to find
their way back to each other.”
She sat up straight and turned
directly to Claire. “You have found the way child. It is what you are supposed
to do. Do not let anything in this world stop you from being together. Do what
you must to stay with him. Fight for it. Even if it tears your heart out at
times. You’ll gain the wisdom. And you’ll have your mate in the end. Your life
will be much happier for it.”
She cleared her throat and
looked over the garden again. “Your father and I were fortunate. We found each
other and lived a happy life. We’ll find each other again in the future. Soon. I
look forward to that.” She let Jack’s hand go and reached for both of Claire’s.
“You and Jack are fortunate as well. Do not let this slip away.”
Her mother slumped back into
the glider, and he watched as her strength appeared to drain right out of her
body. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. “This farm. The farm is
important. Do not let this farm get into anyone else’s hands, Claire. There are
secrets here...” She drifted for a moment, and Jack was sure she’d fallen
asleep. His gaze rose slowly to Claire’s face. If only he truly could
understand.
“I’m tired now,” her mother
whispered. “Claire, honey, would you see me to my bed?”
Jack watched as the two women
slowly moved inside. Then he rose to stare over the land himself, contemplating
all he’d just learned.
****
Her mother died two days later
on a blustery late fall morning. Claire hadn’t expected it. She’d found her
lying at peace in her bed. With one touch to her mother’s still, cool cheek, she
knew. It was expected, but oh, so sudden. There were too many things she’d
wanted to discuss with her. Too many things she needed to know.
You must follow your heart,
Claire, her mother had told her as they’d strolled through the apple
orchard behind the farmhouse. Do what you must to make it work. Never
look back. Complete the circle.
And there was something else, too. Something that still nagged at her. Her
mother spoke apologetically, but with great determination that Claire never
trust herself to Rick. Not ever again.
Rick’s mother was my friend,
she’d said, we’d been spirit
friends in other lives. We ended up here, on this farm together, by chance. She
worked for me, as you know, for years. Her spirit mate was lost and no matter
how far she searched, she never found the key to find him. At least in this
life. She was convinced, Claire, that the key to her finding her spirit mate
lay somewhere on this farm. She’d found me here and was convinced of it. Although
your father and I were unsure, until the day Rick’s mother disappeared.
She’d been far out in one of
the orchards. You remember? You and Rick were teenagers. And there was a
terrible quake that day, a rare earthquake for Ohio, along a fault line that is
known but not predicted to shift. It did that day. And Rick’s mother was lost. Never
to be seen again.
Rick knows things, Claire,
but he’s not used it in a good way. I had hopes that he would use his gifts for
good. But no. He’s used his knowledge for gaining power and control. His wisdom
does not come from lessons learned, but from greed. I know he was your friend,
child, and I know you have cared for him in your life—in fact, for years, your
father and I were convinced that he was your spirit mate, something I am very
sorry for now—but you cannot trust him. You cannot.
It’s about love, Claire, and
nothing else. Not power. Not money. It is simply about love.
That was just yesterday. And
today, her mother was gone.
The next few hours and days
were a blur. The funeral took place the afternoon of the second day after her
mother’s death. The November sky threatened an early winter storm. How her
mother had loved the first winter’s snow. Claire hoped it would snow. Days and
inches of fluffy white covering the fields, trees, and buildings. How
appropriate her mother would be buried in the winter’s first blanket.
But she wasn’t. Sleet poured
from the sky the entire day. Ice hung heavy on the trees, breaking thin
branches, thick on power lines, snapping them from their connectors. The day
was plunged into a gray fringe. It was okay. It matched her mood.
The weather gave them a brief
respite as they stood on the frozen ground and listened to the minister’s
graveside recitation. Claire stood unmoving, staring at her mother’s casket,
while icy gusts clutched at her ankles. There was but one comforting thought. Her
mother had gone home to her papa. She knew her mama had missed her husband for
years. She just hoped her papa was waiting on the other side where her mother
could find him.
She envisioned her mother’s
spirit young and free, unencumbered, and searching for her mate. Happy and
ready for the next adventure. It helped her to think of her in that way. Her
body had been tired, and it was time for her spirit to find a new home. It was
a comforting thought and one Claire knew would bring her comfort when her own
time did come.
When the time came for her,
would Jack be there? Would they have to start the search all over again to
connect their spirits?
At the end of the graveside
ceremony, she asked Jack to give her a few minutes, and he’d gone off with
Jeremiah and Vicki toward their car. Just a minute, she assured them, she just
needed to see her mother off safely.
Her eyes stung as she stepped
next to her mother’s casket. “I wish we’d had more time, Mama.” She sighed. Slowly,
she lifted her fingertips to her lips, gently kissed them, and then thrust the
kiss forward, as if her mother were waiting to catch it.
“Good-bye, Mama.” A sob
wrenched from her throat. “I love you.”
Glancing up, as the workers
prepared to fill her mother’s grave with thick clumps of dirt, she saw a
glimmer of light. A small shaft of sunlight, way off in the distance, piercing
the afternoon’s gloom. A rainbow of hues glinted off that shaft, like a
colorful flower garden against the gray sky.
A glimmer of hope struck her.
Her mother was fine. Happy. Suddenly,
she knew that.
Turning, she moved forward,
ramming up against a firm chest. She knew immediately who it was. Funny how
earlier in their lives together she had trusted him, but looking into his
blank, expressionless face, she saw only the man who had held her hostage
aboard that pirate ship. The man who had planned her kidnapping to lure Jack
aboard the vessel.
The man who held the key to her
future.
Rick.
She pushed at his chest with
all her might. He stumbled backward. “How dare you show up here after all you’ve
put me through! How dare you!” Heads turned. She saw Vicki and Jeremiah look
her way. Jack’s back was to her. “Get out of my sight. I don’t ever want to see
you again,” she hissed.
Turning and walking briskly
away, she waved off her friends. She didn’t need help. She wanted out of here. She
didn’t want Jack to see Rick, and vice versa. Not yet. She had no earthly idea
what Jack would do if he saw Rick today. And she didn’t want a scene. If Rick saw
Jack, well…
He touched her shoulder. She
shoved his hand away and kept walking. He circled her body to halt her. “I said
leave me alone.”
“So where’s your boyfriend,
Claire?”
Damn him. “That is none of your
business.”
“Didn’t work out? Leave him behind?”
“Shut up!”
“Oh, damn. It must have been
the curse…”
She pushed him. “Get the hell
out of my way.”
He whispered her name. “I can
break the curse.”
She brought her smoldering gaze
to his and crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t believe in the curse,
Rick. And I can’t believe you have the balls to show up at my mother’s funeral.
You are truly a pirate of the worst kind. What do you want?”
One corner of Rick’s mouth
turned up as he snickered. “Now, Claire. You know how I loved your mother.” He
smiled. “I’ve come to apologize. When I heard, I just simply had to come. Your
mother was like my own.”
And your mother bore a lech
for a son.
“I’d like to help you with the
estate, Claire.”
I’ll just bet.
“I could come over, say, later
this evening and we could discuss arrangements…and your mother’s financial
status. You know I always loved her.”
And you always did her
taxes. I bet you know every asset and liability down to the very penny.
It dawned on her then. Rick
wasn’t after her. Rick was after her mother’s estate. Her assets. The farm? Suddenly,
she felt very powerful.
Don’t ever get rid of the farm, Claire. There are secrets here…
“Be at the farm tomorrow night
at eight.” She moved briskly toward the black limousine and noticed Jeremiah had
ushered Jack inside. Good. She had something Rick wanted, and he possessed the
very thing that would keep her and Jack together, forever. The skull. She’d
damned well do what she had to do to get it.
Do what you must to
make it work. Never look back.
Off to the east she spied the
prism of light still shining down from the heavens.
“Thank you, Mama,” she
whispered.
****
“What?”
Claire watched Vicki’s facial
expression spark across the room.
“This is ridiculous,” Jeremiah
shot back.
“Of all the bloody hell, woman!
What is in your head?” That last reaction from Jack told her everything she
needed to know. Fully rested now, his spunk was back, and boy, did she need
that. Now, if she could only get him to listen.
“I won’t be a part of it,
Claire. I won’t.” Vicki tilted her chin higher like a defiant child.
“You don’t have to do anything,
Vick. Just go along with everything I say.”
She shook her head. “I can’t do
it.”
“I’ve made up my mind. I have
to get the skull.”
Jack stepped forward. “You are
the most stubborn woman in the world. You
do not have to get the skull. We have
to get the skull. The two of us.”
She grasped Jack’s hands. “Look,
he doesn’t know you are here. He didn’t see you yesterday. So we can trick him.
I’ll get him alone, but you will all be close enough by. We have to get him to
tell us where it is. I need all of you to listen because I may be too busy
dodging him to remember everything. You just have to trust me on this.”
Jack threw up his hands and
paced off. “Dodging! What do you expect he will do?” Turning, he stood firm. “He
wants you, Hannah Claire. I’ll not let you anywhere close to that bastard
alone. Do you understand me?”
She did. And she knew he was
going to be the biggest obstacle in her path.
“I’m not so sure it will work. I
don’t trust Rick. Not anymore.” Jeremiah stood beside Jack.
Hell, all she needed was a
battle with two alpha males at once.
“It has to work. He’s here. It’s
our only chance. He could flee at any time. We have to strike now, and we have
to use what we have to our advantage.”
Jack narrowed his gaze. “And
what do we have, Hannah Claire?”
She swallowed. “Me. And the
farm. He wants the farm. It must be important because Mama told me to never let
him have it. Perhaps I can trick him into thinking that it is the bigger asset.
Bigger than the chalice. Perhaps he’ll trade me the chalice for the farm.”
“But of course,” Vicki added, “you
really wouldn’t be trading.”
“No. I can throw enough
loopholes into the mix that he’ll never get it. I do know my real estate law.”
Jack paced. She went to him and
spoke softly. “Jack, it will never be a risk. You and Jeremiah and Vicki can be
right in the next room. Should anything get out of line, you will be there.”
“It is not worth it.” His stare
bore into hers.
She grasped his arm to get his
attention. “Jack, our love is worth it. Our children’s love is worth it. We
have this time to be together. We have to try, and the time is right now.”
They all stood silent for a
moment. She hoped that meant they were beginning to agree with her.
“Even if it means going to bed
with him?” Vicki blurted out.
Claire whirled and shot her a
look that could kill.
“I’m sorry, Claire. I had to
say it. What if it comes to that?”
With that thought, Jack pushed
away and turned his back on them. He strode to the window and looked out.
Claire swallowed. “Thanks,
Vick, for putting that scenario in his head.”
“Sorry, but I know Rick and—”
“It won’t come to that, but if
playing up to Rick will get the damn skull away from him, I’ll do it. Even if
it means pretending I’ll marry him.”
“And you’re going to trust Rick
to back off when you say no?” Jeremiah interjected.
“Damnation!” Jack shouted and
pounded the wall with his fist. A little bit of plaster trickled down from the
ceiling. He burst back into the discussion. “Trust! There is no trust when it
comes to that man! Hannah Claire, this is not the answer. I forbid this.”
“It’s my choice. You cannot
tell me I can’t do this.”
“You will obey me, woman!”
“I’ll not and you know it! We’ve
been down this route before.” She stood before him, fists perched on her hips,
her tone defiant.
“I’ll not have you used as
bait.”
“Then what do you suggest? What
plan do you have, Jack?”
He harrumphed. “My plan would
be to beat the bloody bastard silly until he told us where the thing was
hidden.”
Jeremiah slapped him on the
back. “I like your plan, man.”
Jack stood up a little
straighter.
“Well, if Rick gets out of
line, you might just get that chance.” Claire placed her hands on his chest and
softened her voice. “It is all we have, Jack. I’m going to do it with help from
the three of you, or without. If my way doesn’t work, then you can beat the
shit out of him.”
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