Patricia Potter (55 page)

Brett sat down slowly. Very slowly. He looked at Elias accusingly. “You knew?”

“She was one of our agents. Thee had no reason to know.”

Brett leaned back and chuckled. The joke this time was on him. He had known about Quinn, had, in fact, been responsible for his being contacted initially about being a part of the Railroad. The idea had struck him after Quinn had bought Cam, and Brett noticed changes in his brother. The Underground Railroad, he had surmised privately, was what Quinn needed to give purpose to his life, to focus that rage that was so near the surface. He had never told Quinn of his own involvement, which, in fact, was small enough and usually involved only monetary contributions. Brett had felt Quinn needed to do this on his own, that he had needed to cure himself.

But Meredith? Plain, fussy, greedy Meredith?

Brett looked down at the paintings again and mentally compared them to the paintings she had given him.

What else had the prissy Miss Meredith hidden?

Knowing his brother, it was a great deal.

His grin spread, and he started laughing and laughing. Until tears ran down his face.