CHAPTER TEN
Lights burned within the children’s home but all was quiet outside. The early morning mist had turned to midmorning drizzle as we made our way into Pesterzsébet, and the few passersby we glimpsed were either huddled under umbrellas or else they had their heads down and were in too much of a hurry to notice us stationed out front in the Škoda.
“I could go into that shop on the corner and see if anyone there speaks another language,” said Jakub. He and I were weighing our options. We didn’t have a plan for approaching Dr. Szabó, but sending Gray to the door in his inebriated state, even if one of us accompanied him, seemed like a very bad idea. He may have gotten along fine with the workers, but after the imbroglio with the garage mechanic, we didn’t dare trust him with the sen
