Chapter Eleven
When Darque walked into the kitchen the next morning, Penny was already busy with breakfast, and he thankfully accepted the cup of coffee she offered him. He looked out the kitchen window and watched as dark, snow-laden clouds rushed past while he attempted to assess the events of the previous day. He didn’t have enough information to start hypothesizing about what was going on, but it wasn’t too early to start considering possibilities. No evidence linked the receipt of the box with Michaels’ visit to the metro station, but the KGB was involved in both incidents. A connection did exist, even though it was tenuous at best.
“So, have you come up with any theories yet?” she asked, as she placed a plate of bacon and scrambled eggs on the table in front of him.
He swallowed a
