Chapter Seventy-One
Dawn broke the next day to witness more snow, and this time Bill seemed to be tunneling through the white mounds rather than finding his way on top of them. He was beginning to act more like a mole than a vicious attack dog that occasionally struck fear in the hearts of men. The cup of coffee Darque held was better than usual, probably because he was using it to warm his hands before taking a drink. The scene outside concerned him because he hadn’t been paying too much attention to the weather in Europe, and storms generally moved east. Some snowstorms seemed to gain strength as they crossed the Atlantic before dumping their load on the mainland. Unfortunately, one of the areas where it usually seemed to hit the worst was in the Alps.
While Penny took a shower, he car
