Mike stands, fishing his phone from his pocket, then walks into another room.
"Would you care for a drink, ma belle?" Alexandre rises. "I am going to make a pot of coffee."
"That'd be great. Hot tea, not coffee, if you have it."
"But of course." He walks out of the living room and into the kitchen.
Laying my head back, I close my eyes. It's not long before I smell the fragrant aroma of coffee lingering in the air.
Alone with my thoughts, I replay the recent conversation with Mike and Alexandre, as well as the information contained in each of the reports I had called in on Glenn. An overwhelming sense of helplessness washes over me.
This will never end, I sigh.
A warm hand cups my knee, my body flinches, and I jump.
"You are lost in thought again, no?"
Opening my eyes, I come face
