Chapter Forty-One
Living arrangements in the old warehouse were rather spartan, but Darque had to admit they were luxurious compared with some of the places he had spent time in.
As he stared out one of the two windows in the room he and Penny shared, a whiff of Penny’s perfume permeated the space around him.
“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked as her voice reached him from the darkness of their confines.
Darque had to think about the question before answering.
“I’m not sure what’s bothering me the most,” he said, “not knowing what’s really going on, or my inability to do anything about it.”
“Are you sure that’s the real dilemma you’re facing?” she asked.
Darque smiled unseen in the darkened room.
She always knew not only when he was not being completely honest with her, but
