Chapter Twenty-Six
While trying to overcome the dejection he felt at the way things had turned out, Darque paced the confines of his office while Bill watched every move the man made.
It was not like his charge to act so calmly in what the dog had determined was a pattern of increasing stress as recent events evolved.
As the phone on his desk began to ring, a glance at the device’s number display, which was blank, let Darque know who was calling … only one person could contact him telephonically that way.
“Darque,” he said as he picked up the phone.
“Do you have any explanation for what happened at the White House?” asked the Chairman of the Committee which had oversight of Darque’s group.
“I know who, what, where and some of the why, but I have a lot of questions about how,” Darque
