CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
A restless night’s sleep had Mackenzie trudging into McClarren’s course the following morning with puffy eyes and a cheerless disposition. She’d downed three cups of coffee so far but all that seemed to do was make her stomach upset. Any more caffeine anytime soon and she’d have the jitters. So she did her best to pay attention, a bit saddened that she wasn’t able to fully absorb the lecture.
As she took notes, she wondered what sorts of things someone like McClarren had endured in the course of his career. She watched him idly as she jotted down her notes, wondering how someone who had seen so much in his career could seem so normal and logical. Sure, his age showed (he was only sixty-six but looked closer to eighty) but the man was brilliant and, at the same time, se
