Alex’s life right now is boring, and he knows it.
Sure the move to America was exciting: the train ride across Europe followed by the luxurious ten-day party that was the steamer crossing. But after unpacking last May, he settled into a monotonous regimen. He reads, wanders around the yard, rides his horse Bucephalus, or plays chess with tight-lipped Dmitri. In the evening or early morning Grandfather is more likely to be awake, but even when they do talk, the old man is usually distant and distracted.
So when he meets Sarah and her friends, the opportunity to talk to people who aren’t servants or wheelchair-bound octogenarians is just too good to pass up. Besides, she’s a girl, and a smart and beautiful one at that. Hell, if he was bound to a post and forced merely to watch her, he’d count the day well spent.
Then they find the body — and common as ordinary evil is, Alex knows better. Grandfather does to. It has to be one of them. One of those things. New world or not, wherever you go things stay the same. The old man insists Alex stay out of it.
But standing on the sidelines is no way to impress a girl.