Chapter 6
2003
England
The rain cascaded down the window in steady rivulets, accenting the obvious: this was London. A computer monitor flickered every few seconds as the model that was rendering slowly took form. The sight was as dismal as the rain outside, but at least the sound of the rain had a calming effect, unlike the monotonous hum coming from the computer’s casing. Morgan Adamson sat in the stuffed leather chair, his arms crossed over his chest and his gaze steady as he looked out at the city eleven stories below him.
“Bore da,” a voice from behind him said.
Morgan shook his head, turning to give his cousin an annoyed grin. “You know I don’t know Welsh.”
Alec smiled. “Yes, but knowing when I’m speaking it is the first step in learning the language.”
A raised eyebrow was the
