Chapter 11Penny and John sat in the limo across from Ray and Julian. She sipped a diet soda. Cool relief washed over John after she had slipped her top back on. During stressful times, he had a habit of pulling inward, to meditate or to beg for God's assistance. Either way, he had an undeveloped second sense that seemed to know when trouble lurked around Penny. Maybe the weird suit and the bold tie on the swarthy looking guy called Ray, made him feel guarded. The apparel alone appeared to be odd, based on the simple fact that the temperature outside hovered above the nineties.
“I love your accent,” she said to Julian, sounding like a hillbilly from the Ozarks. “Are you French?”
“No, I'm not French but I speak several languages.”
Ray smiled. “Haven't you heard of the great Julian Diszno?
