" Washington" replied Ichabod.
" What is she doing there?".
" I haven't the slightest clue".
" What do you mean ' you haven't the slightest clue? Do not toy with me Ichabod".
" I mean Katrina left me for another man a few weeks ago, all she told me was that she was going to Washington and not to follow her, i thought she was with you".
The whole table went silent waiting for the horseman to reply.
" And you have not heard from her since she left?".
" No".
Again silence.
" What about your son. have you seen or heard from him recently?".
" I'm afraid my son was born after i was buried and killed before i was awoken, but if your referring to the Horseman of war who so cruely masqueraded as my son then yes and i happen to know where he is right at this very moment".
" Where" said the horseman ignoring everything else that Crane had said.
" He's probably rotting in hell because he's dead, i shot him" said Abbie trying to take at least some of the heat off Crane for a while at least.
" I see" said the necromancer.
She looked over at Crane her hand gripping his forearm ready to run at any moment.
The table fell silent for the third time that night but this time Andys eyes turned from the bottomless black pit to their normal colours meaning the horseman was finished talking.