Chapter Thirty-Five
North Courtyard, Klementinum Complex, Praha 1
Hal was finally facing the man who haunted his dreams.
Well, not dreams exactly. Denton never appeared to him when he slept, only when he was awake. But always watching, with that sharp gaze and hooked nose. Always sowing uncertainty.
Now the real Denton stood before him in his overly tailored suit and fancy overcoat … and the man didn’t look the least bit concerned.
But that was all for show.
Hal knew he was worried.
‘What are you waiting for?’ Denton asked.
‘I know you’re trying to read me.’
Denton gave him a curt nod. ‘Any questions I’ve got, I was going to ask with words. You know, the old-fashioned way.’
‘If you’re looking for the General, ask away.’
‘Well, that was easier than I’d planned.’
Hal raised a fin
