Traveler trilogy Book 2.
Five years after killing Levi Cornwall, Arthur Morgan is happy. He has a wife who loves him, an honest job he enjoys, and two beautiful children named Sadie and Hiram. All of it is turned on its head, however, when Francis S...
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"Mornin', Sister," Arthur said with a sigh, sinking back in his chair. If she had been anyone else, her sudden appearance would have surprised him, but in all the years he'd known her, even before he knew she was an immortal being who'd mastered time itself, she'd always had a habit of cropping up in the most unexpected places.
"Who in hell is that?!" Jackson asked, causing Arthur to do a double take. Next to Sister Calderon stood a Strange Man with a dark suit and a top hat, whose eyes were black and hard, with a roundish face and a neatly groomed mustache. Arthur had never seen him before, and yet he looked very, very familiar. The Strange Man's eyes were not on Arthur, however. For some reason, he stared at Francis with a look of tension that could be cut with a knife.
"This is my brother," she said simply. "I have brought him along so that we may have a talk with all of you."
"Nana?" asked Sadie from behind Arthur in a small, timid voice. She peeked warily around the door to the kitchen, likely afraid because she knew her mother had told her to go watch TV, but she was still bound and determined to see what the adults were doing.
"Hello, my sweet child!" Sister Calderon called out to her, bending down with her arms outstretched.
Sadie looked at Tori with pleading eyes.
"Fine," Tori sighed with laughter in her voice. "Go hug your Nana, sweetheart."
Grinning from ear to ear, Sadie ran headlong into the room and threw herself into the nun's arms. "Hi, Nana!" she cried, burying her face in Sister Calderon's neck. "Mama and Daddy didn't tell me you were coming!"
"They did not know, my beautiful, sweet girl," she crooned. "I did not even know until this morning." She set Sadie on her hip and smiled at them. "Given that my nephew is here, I trust you know why we are here as well."
"Nephew?" Jackson asked, raising an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
Sister Calderon's face fell, and she looked over at her brother. The Strange Man's face was stone, and suddenly, his preoccupation with Francis made perfect sense. "No," Arthur said slowly, looking around the room.
"Yes," said the Strange Man, breaking his silence for the first time. "Ten points to Arthur, everyone. He's managed to guess it before any of the rest of you. But then, I knew he would." He sat down at the table. "Mrs. Morgan, would you be so kind as to fetch us all coffee? There is a lot to discuss."
"Get your own damn coffee," Tori said sharply. "I have just as much a right to hear this as the men."
"I meant no offense, Mrs. Morgan," he replied in a calm, even voice. "I merely surmised that since we are guests in your house and your husband is a time traveler like my sister, my son, and I, what I have to say applies more to him than you."
"You surmised wrong," Tori said. "Arthur is my husband. That makes this just as much my concern as it does his. His problems are my problems, after all. That's sort of the point of marriage vows."
