Jane managed to hitch hike to through Georgia and got as near as she could to the border between Kentucky and Tennessee. Each time, she got a ride, she made sure to change her name. She even dressed as a girl a few times, for Maura must have foreseen that it would be a good disguise and packed a dress in for Jane. Her stories varied. Sometimes, she would tell the driver that she was going to visit a relative that got hurt; sometimes Jedidiah told them that he was going to join the army.

But one thing Jane always kept the same, was the fact that she was with the Confederates. She was not going to have her cover blown by the fact that she was actually a soldier in the Union.

One thing she couldn't get out of her mind was what had happened on that night. The night that she had returned to Maura's house drunk. She did not want to leave Maura that day. But, Maura had been right in sending her back to Kentucky to take a look at this new murders.

She was right too with having to contend with something else in Jane's life. During the nights that Jane camped out, she would stare at the stars and think about Maura. About how she was doing, about whether she was coping with the every new batch of patients that came in. About how she – Jane – was going to make it up to Maura.

Jane made a final hitch hike in Tennessee and sneaked through the woods to Kentucky. As she went through the woods, she felt a cold shiver travel down her spine. The fog rising from the ground was not helping the creepy feeling in any way. She felt the stagnant breath of Fear breath down her neck, causing all the hair to stand. She felt that there were eyes all over the woods. It was in this forest that she had heard that bastard's revolting, unctuous voice calling her name.

She knew this forest like the back of her hand, and quickened her pace. After just a few minutes, she burst out of the forest. There, under the rolling knolls was the skeleton of what used to be her house. The land around still belonged to her and Frankie. But the both of them had chosen to do nothing about it and just let it sit.

Long, green vines had sprung up, choking and clinging onto the remaining timber. Grass had now inhabited the entire living area, leaving no trace of the fire that had raged over there. The only memorial was the frame of the house.

Jane paused to take a look at the sight. She took in a deep breath to calm herself down and made her way to the Huntingworths. She had changed back to the dress Maura had packed. Everyone in this here town, excluding Frost, had known her as Jane and only Jane, and she wasn't going to let them know any different.

She whistled when she approached what was now Frost's house. A minute later, the door opened and Frost stepped out. "Hey, there Jane. Good to see you again. Not bed, eh? Made it in three days. Just let me get some things settled here, and I'll bring you over to Stanley's place."

"Sure thing, Frost. If ya don't mind, I would like to leave my stuff here."

"Make yourself at home, Jane."

Jane stepped in. Frost had not changed much of the decor and had kept most of the things the way Mrs. Huntingworth had. She quickly set her bag down on the sofa and headed back out.

Frost joined her soon enough and brought her down to Stanley's house. It was just a few houses down from where he stayed. The town was relatively quiet. Most of the families' sons and even some fathers had left to join the war.

Jane saw a face peek out from one of the windows. The face suddenly broke out into huge grin and was soon flying out the door. It was none other than Constance, the neighbour that had taken care of Jane and Frankie for the few years that they had stayed in town.

"Janie, dear! Is that you?" Constance exclaimed loudly.

"Aunt Constance! It is so good to see you." Jane said as she hugged Constance back.

"My goodness, look at you! All so big already. Where have you and Frankie been? You just stayed in this here town for a year before you moved. We haven't seen you for so long. Seven years, can you believe that?"

Jane had not told anybody, but she had been back to visit her parents grave for quite a few times within that seven year span. She had once brought back this flower called self-heal, to plant at her parents and Tommy's graves. "Well, ma'am, we've basically been all over, ya know."

"Wouldn't you like to come over for some tea? There's not much, what with the war and everything, but, there are still some treats left."

"I would love too, but I have things to attend to first. I'll pay you a visit later?"

"All right, dear. Make sure you come over!" Constance replied as she gave Jane another parting hug.

Frost and Jane finally made it to Stanley's place. There was nothing remarkable about it, or anything that caught Jane's attention. There was still an arc blood spray across the ceiling. They had tried to scrub away the blood mess, but they had not managed to clean away every trace.

Jane wandered around the house. "Did anyone try to find any clues?"

"Yes. They did, when the town's acting police officer had gone through the house. Nothing useful was found, though." Frost sighed.

"Did they check the bedrooms?"

"Yeah, they did. Just glanced through it, from what I heard. After all, they reasoned that the crime scene happened in the living room and didn't really spend a lot of time in the other rooms."

"Okay, I'll go check out the master bedroom first."

Jane clambered up the steps, with Frost following closely behind. The sunbeam was streaming through the glass panes, providing an ample source of light. She approached the room and pushed open the door.

The first thing that caught her attention was the thing stuck onto the pillow. She dashed over and halted when she finally saw what it was. She nearly keeled over in shock. There, with a carved wooden scalpel inserted right through the middle and attaching it to the pillow, was a picture of Maura. There was a sprig of self-heal and a crucifix looped around the handle of the scalpel.

Maura was awakened at the crack of dawn by Dennis. He had given her a hard loaf of bread and a warm cup of milk. She had not slept well, in fact, she had not slept at all.

Throughout the entire night, all she could think of was whether Jane truly had indeed been corresponding with the Union. Yes, Maura had known all along that Jane was a Yankee, but Jane had not struck her as someone who would be a spy.

Jane had been brought in to her, hurt, broken, and in need of attention. Was she actually injured because she nearly got caught as a spy? Was everything Jane had told Maura a lie? Was anything Jane had said true or false or a bit of both? Could Jane have actually written those letters down with her bandaged hands? Maura didn't know. Her brain felt like it was going to burst from the maze of confusion forming in her mind.

"Once you are done eating, we can commence with the questioning." Dennis said as he handed Maura the food.

"In here?"

"Yes. Since there is no official 'questioning room', we will do it in here, once I am pretty sure whether I should bring you to the official state prison or not."

"In that case, you might as well start now. I have no appetite whatsoever."

"As you wish then." Dennis settled himself down on the small stool, leaving Maura to sit on the mattress.

"Doctor Isles, did you not know that Jedidiah was a Union soldier?"

There was no use hiding now. She couldn't lie too, she had no choice but to come clean. "Yes, I did."

"When did you know?"

"The day he came to my house."

"Did you ever see him writing any letters?"

"No, I did not."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." Maura looked straight into Dennis eyes when she answered.

Dennis stopped his questions and leaned out the tent to address the lone guard. "Hey, you go take a break now. I got this. I will get a replacement once I am done questioning this lady."

"Yes, sir!" the soldier saluted and went his way.

Maura was now starting to get worried. The gleam in Dennis eyes had changed. She could tell that the questioning was just about to go on a whole different level.

"Maura, tell me. Who is Jedidiah Romana?"

Maura just stared back questioningly at Dennis, not sure how to reply.

"Come, I will make it easier for you. It kind of surprised me when you suddenly had a fiancé. I always thought you were single. If not, why would I be the one who kept volunteering to come over and pick up the prisoners of war and soldiers? I mean, I am a Major, I could easily just let some other guys do it.

"I actually did some background checks on this so called Jedidiah. And, to be honest, I really had to dig hard to find out about this so called 'guy.' I was lucky when I found somebody who really knew who Jedidiah was. Tell me, Maura, what is her real name?"

All the air seemed to leave the room. "Ho-how did ya know?"

"Let's just say that I found a very, very informative doctor, specifically, a surgeon. He managed to cut me a really good deal. After meeting him, I found out how much we think alike. It is so rare to find another mind as marvellous as his.

" In exchange for him getting Jane, he would help me get you. Plus, after this little game that the four of us are going to play, you won't have anyone else who will love you back as much as me." Dennis grinned.

Terror over flooded all of Maura's senses. She had to get away, she had too. She moved off from her seated position and made for the entrance. Alas, Dennis was quicker and whipped out his pistol, using the butt of the gun to knock her out.

How was this chapter? I found it kind of dry. :/ Do let me know!