Chapter Sixty-Eight
As he sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee, Darque noticed that the snowfall overnight had left a sizeable accumulation on the landscape. He watched as large, heavy wet flakes drifted by the window searching for just the right spot to land; one more perfect stitch in the thickening, white quilt of ground cover that belied warmth and cleanliness.
Penny had taken advantage of the situation by sleeping late, and Bill was frolicking in the deepening white carpet. He chased, leapt, and snapped at individual snowflakes as they did what little they could to avoid his gaping jaws.
It was the kind of day Darque would have enjoyed spending in front of the fireplace at the cabin. Actually, he would rather be doing almost anything than devising a plan that would take the liv
