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An immigrant, he’d put himself through eight years of school to achieve his degree in psychiatry. He lived modestly in an old wooden house, and he still probably took on more patients through the pittance granted him by the state than any other person imaginable. Sam had heard a rumor that Jamie had gone through a seminary but then opted to live a life outside the Catholic church.
    But when he really looked at the grave look on Jamie’s face, he felt a strange tension shoot through his muscles.
    Jamie wasn’t calling him over just to say hello. He wanted something from him.
    Sam wished he’d never come into the bar.
    “Sam, do you remember my niece, Jenna Duffy? Jenna, Sam, Sam Hall.”
    Jenna Duffy offered him a long, elegant hand. He was surprised that, when he took it, her handshake was strong.
    “We’ve met, so I’ve been told,” she said. He found himself fascinated with her eyes. They were so green. Deep viridian, like a forest.
    “I have a vague memory myself,” he said.
    “Sam, sit, please—if you have the time?” Jamie asked.
    He was tempted to say that he had a pressing engagement. Hell, he’d gone to law school and, sometimes, in a courtroom, he realized that it had almost been an education in lying like wildfire while never quite telling an untruth. It was all a complete oxymoron, really.
    “You’re on a leave, aren’t you? Kind of an extended leave?” Jamie asked him, before he could compose some kind of half truth.
    “It’s not exactly a leave, since I choose my own cases, but, yeah, I’ve basically taken some time. I’m just deciding what to do with my parents’ home,” he replied.
    He slid into the seat next to Jenna Duffy. He noted her perfume—it was nice, light, underlying. Subtle. It didn’t bang him on the head. No, this was the kind of scent that slipped beneath your skin, and you wondered later why it was still hauntingly in the air.
    “You’re not going to sell your parents’ house, are you?” Jamie sounded shocked.
    “I’ve considered it.”
    “They loved that place,” Jamie reminded him.
    Jenna was just listening to their conversation, offering no opinion.
    “They’re gone,” Sam said. He shook his head. “I just don’t really have a chance to get up here all that often anymore.”
    “It’s a thirty-minute ride,” Jamie said. “And it’s—it’s so wonderful and historic.”
    “So is Boston,” Sam said.
    “Ah, but nothing holds a place in the annals of American—and human!—history as does Salem,” Jamie said.
    “You’re trying to shame me, Jamie O’Neill,” Sam said. He smiled slowly.
    Jamie waved a hand in the air. “It’s not as if you need the money.”
    Ouch . That one hurt, just a little bit.
    “Jamie, you didn’t call me over here to give me a guilt complex about my parents’ house…” Sam said.
    Jamie looked hurt. “Young man—”
    “Yes, you would have said hello—you would have asked about my life. But what’s going on? I know you. And that Irish charm. You’re a devious bastard, really.” Then he looked at Jenna and murmured, “Sorry.”
    “Oh, I don’t disagree,” she told him.
    “So?”
    “You found Malachi Smith in the road last night,” Jamie said quietly.
    Sam tensed immediately. The incident had been disturbing on so many levels. He couldn’t forget the way that the boy had been shaking.
    He stared back at Jamie. “I did.”
    “I don’t believe that he did it,” Jamie said.
    Sam winced, staring down at his drink. He rubbed his thumb over the sweat on his glass. “Look, Jamie, I feel sorry for that kid. Really sorry for him. I’ve been watching the news all morning. His life must have been hell. But I saw him. He was covered in blood. How else did he become covered in blood if he wasn’t the one who did it?”
    “Ah, come on, you’re a defense attorney!” Jamie said. “It’s obvious.”
    “I’m missing obvious,” Sam said drily. No, not really. There was just this odd feeling. Why get involved