Chapter Sixty Three
After the iron door had clanged shut and the wooden door had followed, Mal’s work areas was dark and silent, except for the rain banging against one of his glass paned walls.
Always comfortable lurking in the shadows, Mal stepped from the darkness and simply gazed in his memory at where her lovely, courageous vision had just been.
Completely ripped apart by the love he had for her, he had been battling every horrible demon that had ever joined his life on the journey it had taken. From Los Angeles to S. America and, then through Africa, Europe, The Middle East, Asia and everywhere else on the planet and finally to Las Vegas, it had been a sojourn that had taken almost thirty some years.
Understanding exactly who and what she was, he did not blame her for being curio
