Chapter Sixty-Six
As Darque made notes, his phone rang, and the sudden noise broke into his thoughts like a thunderclap.
“Darque,” he said.
“I just wanted to let you know that I have acquired the piece of jewelry you wanted.”
It was Yoda.
“Did you also get an address where I can have the piece delivered to the person who is probably waiting for its return?”
“Yes, along with the name of the individual.”
“Good,” he said. “Any problems getting the item or the information?”
“No. It took a bit of convincing, but once we came to an understanding, he was very cooperative.”
“Is there any chance I’ll be having any further dealings with our friend?”
“Not unless you buy a new Mercedes or BMW.”
“Why’s that?” Darque asked.
“The guy fell into a blast furnace at a steel mill in Essen.”
Darqu
