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She shot him an irritated look. “If you’d read the file you were given about me, you’d know. I will tell you, I always have a Derringer on my person. I had one yesterday on the train.”

  Reece was chagrinned. He’d ignored the file Archie had included with the case file. He hadn’t really cared about her background. He figured nothing in it would matter since he was going to train her to be an agent. Who cared about her background? She obviously did. Plus she already possessed some of the skills an agent needed; observation and gun handling.

  That she wasn’t pleased with him was evident. Mina was marching back to the buggy, tucking the Navy Pocket into the back waistband of her skirt, covering it with her bodice.

  Reece laid the last paper down next to him on the bed, not noticing the silver dollar flipping through the fingers of his other hand. Mina was sitting in the straight chair she’d moved over by the window. He’d given her the case file which she was studying. She’d snatched it from his hand saying, “Finally.” He definitely was not in her good graces at the moment. After reading her file he could understand why.

  The girl had spent the last ten years living with her uncle, a Pinkerton agent. When the aunt she’d been caring for passed away, Mina stayed with her uncle basically spending the years training to be a Pinkerton agent. Allan Pinkerton himself had included a letter of recommendation.

  She’d been coached in all aspects of being an agent as well as deportment and the social graces. She’d also finished high school and received speech lessons to remove her Kentucky mountain accent. There were even descriptions of several cases she’d been included in with her uncle.

  Reece now realized she was going to be an asset on this case and he didn’t need to spend time here in Cheyenne training her. He also needed to apologize. He’d bungled things badly, from the statement when he’d been matched with her, to calling her Bill rather than the name she preferred. Now he had to make amends.

  Sitting up, Reece slipped back into his boots. Mina had knocked his feet off the bed, snapping at him about his poor manners and dirty boots ruining the coverlet. They were the first words she’d spoken to him since she stormed back to the buggy. She’d only said one more word to him; “Finally,” when he’d handed her the case file.

  Reece wasn’t used to apologizing. Especially to a woman. Never to one he slept with. Never to one who was his wife, even though that was only temporary. He was unsure how to proceed.

  Walking to where she was sitting, Reece knelt down next to her chair. “Mina, I’m, um, sorry for how I’ve been treating you. I let my feelings about women Pinkerton agents spill over into how I’ve been dealing with you. I know my attitude has been, well, challenging. I’ve not handled taking on a partner well, used to working alone. Put on top of that, you being a woman and us having to be married. I took my resentment of the situation out on you. Please accept my humble apology and my promise to treat you better in the future.”

  “Thank you. I understand how frustrating it can be, working and dealing in a way you don’t want.” Reece relaxed at her forgiveness. “However, one, you better reform that attitude, and two, don’t jeopardize the case again.”

  Reece pulled back. “What?”

  “If you’d allowed me to know what the case was, I would have packed differently. I left clothing behind in Denver I could have used. Not knowing that we would be traveling in the exalted social circles of San Francisco, I didn’t bring my best gowns.

  “If we are to present as a wealthy couple, I will need to purchase finer, more elaborate gowns for both day and evening. Items I fear are not available here in Cheyenne. Possibly day dresses, as I saw some at the dressmaker when Beth and I went to purchase her clothing. There were some gowns that would be appropriate for visiting in the afternoon, though they were more evening type gowns for Cheyenne. I have no gowns that I can wear to the theater or evening events within high society.”

  Reece ran a hand down his face. He hadn’t thought about what Mina would need in the way of clothing suitable for the strata of society they were entering. Men only needed one suit for day and one for evening. Change out the tie, vest, and handkerchief and he was set to go anywhere. Mina would need several dresses a day depending on what their social schedule was.

  “You’re right. The Dodrills are part of the highest society in San Francisco. We are to join the social circle, gather what information we can by befriending the Dodrills as well as their friends and acquaintances. We are owners of a lucrative silver mine as well as logging in the Northwest Territories, and have investments in the steel industry. The insurance company is footing the bill for all our expenses. We have all the funds we need to be accepted into San Francisco’s affluent echelon.”

  “That’s most unusual,” Mina said. “Unlimited funds for a case isn’t common.”

  “The value of these jewels far exceeds whatever we will spend. We need to be sure to keep a tally and the receipts. I have a parcel with cash as well as a letter to draw on a bank there.”

  “That’s good since I don’t have enough or the correct types of outfits for the events we’ll attend, nor the funds to purchase them myself. Several that I own would work for the less formal occasions but are in Denver. Do you want to go back to get them? I’ll still need formal gowns for evening.”

  Frustrated, Reece stood. “No, it doesn’t make sense.” He thought for a moment. “The largest city between here and San Francisco is Sacramento. We can stop there and see what we can find to get you by. Then, we can make the rounds of the high fashion dressmakers in San Fran. It would be a good way of becoming known in town. At least for those we want to impress.”

  Mina merely nodded and returned to reading the case file. It seemed he had a ways to go before she believed he had accepted her as an equal partner on this case. Truthfully, he did too.

  CHAPTER SIX

  “THIS WAY, MADAME, sir. I’ll see that your trunks and bags are delivered right away.” The head bellman at the Occidental Hotel led Mina and Reece up the carpeted marble steps. The lobby of the newly completed hotel was spacious with wide columns supporting the mezzanine above. Luxurious chairs and lounges were grouped around the space. They’d been given a tour of the restaurants, bars, and ladies drawing rooms. Every room was elaborately embellished, speaking to the wealth of the guests who stayed in the hotel.

  They were admitted to a set of corner rooms on the third floor. A fresh breeze flowed through the open windows. Mina looked around while Reece slipped the bellman some bills. Once the door to the suite was closed, she entered the bedroom. Smiling, she flopped down on the large bed.

  “I’m so glad we are finally here. I’m so tired of trains.”

  Reece settled beside her. He’d missed having her beside him at night while they traveled, though he would never admit it. This was a temporary marriage, after all.

  The compartment they’d had on the train had seats that converted into a bed and a bunk above which was opened at night, recessing into the ceiling during the day. They were comfortable enough, but Reece hadn’t liked climbing up into bed each night. He’d teased Mina saying since he was the senior agent he should have the lower bunk. Though she’d told him he was not amusing, her grin told him differently.

  They’d stopped and spent several days in Sacramento purchasing several gowns Mina would need as soon as they arrived in San Francisco. The gowns had been ready made but needed alterations to fit her. He’d gone with her for each fitting, saying they needed to get in practice since he’d be doing the same as they shopped in San Fran.

  “I’m glad we finally made it here too. I do need to go meet with Police Chief Patrick Crowley. Most of the time Pinkerton agents let the authorities know when we are working a case in their district.”

  Mina lifted her head and looked at him. “Do I have to go? I’d really like to try out the ladies’ bathing room.”

  “It’d be best if you didn’t. A man entering the police department wouldn’t be noticed but a lady would. We don’t want to attract that sort of attention.”

  She dropped her head back down and waved a hand toward the door. “Oh, good. You go do what you have to do. I’m going to soak for a long time.”

  Reece grinned. Ever since he’d apologized and began including her in his thoughts about the case, and read her file, Mina had relaxed. Her true personality had begun to peek through. She was funny when she complained about things. Just like now. He wanted to laugh but knew from experience she became prickly if she felt insulted.

  “I’m going to the bank too and setting up the account to draw on. We can begin being seen around town, spreading some cash at various places.”

  “Like the dressmakers. What we were able to get in Sacramento was fine to begin our time here but not if we get invited somewhere.”

  “I know. We’ll start that tomorrow.”

  “I thought you were leaving.”

  “So eager to see the back of me?” Reece poked her side with his finger, she swatted at him and missed.

  “I’m wanting to head to the lady’s bathing room.”

  “Thought I’d wait until the bellboys brought our bags and trunks up.” A thought came to him and his smile broadened. “I’ll let you do the unpacking. I know, as my wife, you’d prefer I didn’t mess with that. I’m sure I’ll be gone long enough to complete that task.”

  This time she rolled toward him and smacked him on the stomach. “You just think I’m going to do that. Remember, I’m not your real wife.”

  A knock sounded at the suite door, so Reece rose and headed across the room. “Seems the wedding ceremony was quite real to me.”

  He heard a huff behind him but didn’t turn. “I’ll see you when I return. Have a good bath.”

  Mina relaxed against the back of the large porc
elain tub. The warm water felt so very good. Even with the few days in Sacramento she felt as if she’d been riding a train forever. First, the one from Chicago to Denver, only a few days there before they left for Cheyenne. Two nights there, then over the mountains to Sacramento. Another couple buying dresses, then on to San Francisco. She wondered if her bones would ever stop rattling.

  Mina had decided to surprise Reece by unpacking their baggage. The suite had an armoire for their clothing. She’d hung his suits and her gowns and placed their small clothes in the dresser. The other items were scattered over the dresser, washstand, and vanity.

  While she waited for the bellboys to come and remove the trunks for storage, Mina had sampled the plate of fruit supplied by the hotel for incoming guests. Now, she luxuriated in the warm water hoping it didn’t cool very soon.

  “Are you going to the theater on opening night of Under the Gaslight?” The voice came from another of the private tub rooms separated only by a partial wall.

  “That’s the play where the heroine rescues the hero who’s tied up on the railroad tracks. Of course, everyone who is anyone will be there. I’ve purchased a new gown for the event.” This voice came from further down the line of rooms.

  The ladies continued to chat about what they were wearing and where they might have supper following the performance. Mina kept silent hoping to hear the name of the theater where the play was being held. It didn’t really matter. They could find out from the concierge, who would also take care of purchasing their tickets.

  This could be their first introduction to society. Being seen at the opening night of a play would bring them to the notice of the social circle they needed to infiltrate.

  Mina rose and wrapped herself in the large towel left for her use. This was something Reece would want to know when he got back.

  “I’d like to see Chief Crowley, please,” Reece said to the policeman at the desk. He’d gone to the bank before coming to the police station.

  “You have a crime to report?”

  “No, sir. Pinkerton agent.” Reece flipped his lapel over to reveal his badge.

  “Oh, of course. Hey, Muldoon, take this gent to see the chief,” he hollered.

  Muldoon led him down the hall and knocked on a door.

  “Come in.”

  “This is a Pinkerton agent come to see you, Chief.”

  Chief Crowley stood and came around his desk, his hand outstretched in welcome. “Come on in and tell me why you’re here. Muldoon, close the door on your way out.”

  “I’m Reece Galway from the Denver Pinkerton office.”

  “Patrick Crowley, have a seat.”

  Once they were settled, Reece began. “We’re here to investigate the theft of the diamond jewelry set of the Clyde Dodrill’s. The insurance company wants to be sure it was truly stolen before they issue a settlement.”

  Crowley nodded. “I see. I’m not surprised really. There weren’t many clues to the theft. Just that they weren’t in the safe any longer and the couple didn’t know how long they’d been gone. All the servants were questioned. None seemed a likely suspect. Mrs. Dodrill was distraught. Overly so if you ask me. Seems she took to her bed for several days overcome. There are some rumors that Dodrill’s in some financial difficulties. Can’t get a good fix on that. There’re some gambling rumors too.”

  Reece nodded, his silver coin flipping through his fingers. “We are posing as a wealthy couple visiting the city. Is there someone you can introduce us to who can smooth our way into their circle? That will give us the opportunity to start our investigation sooner.”

  “We?”

  “My wife is also a Pinkerton agent.” Reece was surprised at how easy it was to claim Mina as his wife.

  “Are you using aliases?”

  “No, I’m not known in these parts and my wife is a new agent.”

  Crowley tapped his fingers together, thinking. “Yes, Mr. Stafford Ramsey could do that for you. He’s in shipping and runs in that circle. A few years older than you, I think. He’s personable and law-abiding. His wife is thick in the social circuit. They’d be assets in getting you in. I’ll contact him and set up a meeting. How about tomorrow? Where are you staying?”

  “The Occidental.”

  “Fine place, that.” Crowley was silent for a few moments, thinking. “You have a cover story for who you are and where your wealth comes from?”

  “We own a lucrative silver mine, logging concerns in the Northwest Territories and investments in the steel industry. Family comes from Pennsylvania. We are traveling around, looking for other investments as well as a place we’d like to settle and raise a family.”

  Crowley nodded. “Sounds plausible. I’ll get in touch with Ramsey and see if we can meet tomorrow at your hotel. We could have lunch so you all can get to know each other.”

  “Very good.” Reece stood and held out his hand to be shaken. “Until tomorrow. Send a messenger over with when you’d like to meet.”

  “Will do. I’m pleased you’re here. That theft has bothered me since it was reported.”

  Mina sat looking out the window of the suite’s sitting room waiting impatiently for Reece to return. Granted it had only been about ten minutes since she’d returned to their room, but she was fairly bursting to tell him what she’d found out.

  Once she’d dressed, Mina had gone to speak with the concierge. He was a fount of information. She’d learned when and where opening night of the play was going to be held. Several dressmakers’ locations were also obtained. She would need an evening gown to attend the theater in the style they needed to enter the social circle to meet the Dodrill’s.

  Her foot tapped as she watched for Reece to return to the hotel. Mina checked her pocket watch and saw that a total of three minutes had elapsed since she last checked.

  “Oh bother.” She tucked the watch back into its pocket. “I’ll go insane sitting here watching for him. What is taking him so long?”

  Mina heard the key turn in the lock and jumped up from her chair. Running across the room, she reached Reece just as he entered the room.

  “Oh Reece. I’ve got news as to how we can make our entry into society.” She’d laid her hands on his chest, leaning toward him in her excitement.

  He chuckled. “Let me close the door and you can tell me. I have news also. Maybe they’ll work together. Let’s sit.”

  Reece closed the door. Mina realized her position and backed away, her face flaming. She wasn’t sure if her embarrassment came from her touching him so intimately or the feelings that touch invoked in her.

  They settled next to each other on the settee. Mina was still embarrassed by her enthusiastic greeting and pressed her hands together in her lap. “You tell your news first.”

  “Okay, the account at the bank is set up. We can purchase what we need, but we do need to be aware that this is the insurance company’s money.”

  Mina nodded. She wasn’t going to go hog wild purchasing overly expensive clothing. She never had in the past and wouldn’t use this as an excuse to do so now.

  “I met with the chief of police, Patrick Crowley. He has suspicions about the theft too. I explained our plan and he knows someone in that social class who he thinks might be able to introduce us around, Mr. Fred Ramsey and his wife. He’s going to contact me tomorrow if he’s willing to meet with us.”

  “Oh, that fits well with what I heard.” She explained what she’d heard in the bath and how that might fit with his news.

  “That might work well with the contact we’ll meet tomorrow. Good job.” Reece patted her hands.

  A fluttering began in Mina’s stomach. His praise was wonderful, but the touch of his hand sent the butterflies into a frenzy. This wasn’t good. She shouldn’t be attracted to him, even though he was her husband. That was going to end when the case was finished. But what if she didn’t want it to end? The thought startled her. Was she really attracted to Reece?

  Since the day when they’d had the shooting lesson and Reece began treating her as if she knew something. He read her files and seemed to be impressed with the training by her uncle and the other agents in the Chicago office. While they were on the train they’d discussed and shared ideas and made plans on the Dodrill case. It was what Mina wanted as a Pinkerton agent. Respect and cooperation with her partner. He was now helpful, encouraging, and was exhibiting a sense of humor.