Chapter 39

“That’s what I saw,” Declan maintained, as he and Marcus sat in Holt’s study, a light breakfast of toast half-eaten on desk between them.  The lawyer was sitting behind the desk, looking deeply thoughtful and pensive, while Declan and Marcus sat on the other side – all of them showed signs of the early morning.  Even Holt, usually dressed professionally in slacks, button-down, and vest, was in jeans and a T-shirt for once.  Declan and Marcus were actually still in sleep-clothes, the former having woken them both up after Marcus’ dream and insisting that they report what he’d found.  Marcus had dazedly agreed, but even now he didn’t look like he’d come to terms with what Declan was saying – he remembered the dream, and could verify all that Declan was reporting, but it was very clear that this newly unearthed information had shaken him to the core.  He sat quietly, elbows on his knees and hands clasped, mouth pressed pensively against his knuckles while he st