Chapter Thirty-Four
The scene in the attic above one of the old warehouses provided those who witnessed it with a mouth-gaping view that was both puzzling and intriguing.
Tin cans, plastic cups and sections of PVC pipe duct-taped together wended their way snake-like on tables scattered around the area in what appeared to be a haphazard pattern that was, in reality, quite intricate.
“OK, I give up,” said Darque as he looked a bit bewildered at the display. “What is it? A hamster maze?”
Doc feigned a look of indignation as he turned to his superior.
“There is an old saying that no one is as blind as one who will not see.”
“Or as deaf as one who will not hear,” said Darque, as the two men listened to a rhythmic metal clicking noise that seemed to permeate throughout the large, open spac
