Free Sleepy Hollow: Children of the Revolution by Keith R.A. DeCandido

the captain’s question. “If there’s any significance to these medals, I haven’t found it yet. There’s no mention of it in any of the texts that Corbin gathered.” She shot Irving a look. “At least that I’ve been able to
find
.”
    Irving just gave her the sour-lemon look again. “You volunteering to organize it?”
    Before Jenny could reply, Abbie snorted.
    “What was that?” Jenny asked.
    “What was what?” Abbie tried and failed to look all innocent.
    “That snort.”
    “Oh, just remembering what your room always looked like. Organization’s not exactly your strongsuit. Only neat room you ever lived in was Room 49, and I’m guessing they
made
you keep it tidy.”
    Jenny folded her arms and gave her a nasty look, but before she could respond to what she viewed as a wholly gratuitous and unfair reference to the room she was assigned to at Tarrytown Psychiatric Hospital, Crane spoke up.
    “If we may return to the issue at hand?”
    Rolling her eyes, Jenny said, “Fine.”
    “The other three crosses that we’ve been able to find are likewise in museums. Lieutenant Mills found one yesterday, belonging to Tench Tilghman. It is normally on display in the District of Columbia, but there is a traveling exhibit about the Society of the Cincinnati, of which Tilghman was a member. It’s currently ensconced in the Museum of the City of New York. Another, which was given to Henry Knox, is at Fort Ticonderoga—when did they change the name?”
    “Excuse me?” Abbie asked.
    “It was Fort Carillon in my day. The
region
was called Ticonderoga, an Iroquois word referring to the two lakes that met there.”
    “Well, you’ll love it,” Irving said. “I took the family up there a few years ago, and the fort’s been completely restored to what it was like back in the day.”
    Crane’s eyes went wide the way they always did when he found out something new, though usually it led to him bitching and moaning about something.“Has it? I should very much like to see such a thing.”
    As usual, Abbie kicked the subject back in bounds. “Where’s the last one?”
    “Conveniently,” Crane said, pointing at a local map that was laid out on one of the tables, “it’s right here in Sleepy Hollow.”
    Jenny followed his finger, which pointed at the Whitcombe-Sears Library over on Chestnut Street. “I know the place. Corbin sent me there to do research a few times. It’s in an old Episcopal church that got converted about fifty years ago.”
    “We must protect these locations,” Crane said. “They are likely to be targeted next.”
    “Unless they only need three of ’em.” Abbie was always good at pouring cold water on a perfectly good plan.
    The captain put his two cents in. “Or our drawn-and-quarterer has the ones that are unaccounted for.”
    Crane stared at Irving. “ ‘Drawn-and-quarterer’?”
    “I’m a police captain,” Irving deadpanned. “I can make up words if I want to. So, what’s the plan, Stan?”
    “My—my name is Ichabod.” Now Crane got all befuddled, which resulted in his lost-puppy look. Of Crane’s many and varied facial expressions, Jenny found that one to be the most entertaining.
    “It’s a song quote, Crane,” Jenny said. “And cut him some slack, Cap. He’s not gonna know Paul Simon.”
    “Surprised you do.” Irving actually chuckled at that.
    “I’m
very
complicated,” Jenny said in a mockarrogant tone. “So, we sure these medals are where they’re supposed to be?”
    Abbie checked her phone. “Just got a text back from one of the docents at Ticonderoga. Knox’s Independence Cross is still in its case.”
    Crane pointed at Abbie’s laptop. “The Society of the Cincinnati exhibit has some manner of surveillance machine that allows one to see the exhibit from a distance.”
    Grinning, Abbie said, “It’s called a webcam, and Tilghman’s cross is intact, too.”
    Irving nodded. “And I’d’ve heard if anybody had broken into