CHAPTER NINE
AUGUST 1868
NEW YORK, NEW YORK
I had been mad to come to New York City. That’s what people would say if they knew I’d left my life, husband, and children behind to follow the instructions of a spirit guide who’d been dead for two thousand years. Traveling across a couple of states wasn’t even a question; Demosthenes had told me to go to 17 Great Jones Street, where I would find lodging prepared for me, so that was what I did.
It had been that simple back in the Ozarks. But now, standing in the flickering glow of a gaslight on the doorstep of the brownstone Demosthenes had indicated, the first twinges of doubt nipped at my gut.
“Did Demosthenes give you any indication what we’re supposed to do now?” Tennie asked.
“No.”
With that single word, my old fears were released fr
