Chapter 15They sat in the car parked in front of a large nondescript building just off Papineau Avenue. They were quiet, watching the wipers swap the rain. After a while, Gaspard put his hand on Wolfe’s hand. “Is the coffee finally kicking in?”
In the passenger seat, Wolfe was shaky and exhausted, chewing his thumbnail and tapping his foot. “Yeah, but now I’m wired.” He hadn’t slept all night, and Gaspard had slept fitfully, constantly aware of Wolfe tossing and turning next to him. At last, around five A.M., he’d opened his eyes to see him finally asleep. But the alarm had woken them an hour later.
“Hey, are you okay?” He squeezed Wolfe’s cold fingers.
Wolfe looked over at him and gave him a quick and nervous nod. “It’s time,” he said. “Thanks for the ride and for putting up with me la
