"A lady constable?" he asked, brow furrowing with the question before the rest of what she'd said caught up with him. "2012," he repeated. "I cannot fathom it. If this place were a bit more familiar, I might have thought you were having a laugh." The whole thing seemed like it ought to be some political scheme to discredit him, but he didn't think that even Admiral Harte, who certainly wished him no good will, had enough cleverness or resources to do such a thing. Even the cleverest of smoke and mirror charades could not have achieved what was apparent to Jack's own eyes.