9
The pair strode down the hall in silence, each in their own thoughts. They were halfway to Peter’s room when Jack glanced down at his companion. “A penny for your thoughts,” he whispered.
Nena’s expression was a mixture of confusion and curiosity with a slight touch of anger. “Why’s he doing this? All of this?”
Jack didn’t need to ask her who she meant. He lit a cigarette and shrugged. “I don’t know, but if we had the answer we’d be done with this whole mess.”
Nena raised her gaze to him and studied his face. “Jack?”
“Yeah?”
“What will. . .what’ll happen to you? If we do finish this?”
Jack stared ahead and took a drag on his cigarette. “I don’t really know, but I suppose Scratch will send me back to my grave.”
“That’s it?” she asked him.
“Should there be more?”
Her eye
