“Because they were older, and had psychological problems, they were never adopted.” He paused and then continued, “Evidently they got back together as they aged out of the foster system. “Go ahead,” she said breathily, “I’m bigger than you think. It took Boris almost a week, but one evening just before sunset, he ran out to where I was working on a personal laptop yelling, “I found him! Just before they arrived, I received a text that had been sent to the entire Shadow Council.” He raised his hands in a typical French gesture so that they were more or less forming a ‘V’ in front of his chest. From the outside, the safehouse was actually a run-down commercial building of some sort, but we couldn’t see that from inside the windowless back portion of the van. Her name was Sharon. “And they know that The Society won’t go to the authorities unless there is no other option.”
“Like us,” Boris said. as long as it is not Master Boris.”
Some day my rational mind is going to win
