“Where are we headed?” Marc asked to cut to the chance.
“You’ve never been one for patience, Marc,” Bertrand said, those eyes fixed on the horizon.
“That’s true,” Marc replied. “However, I do know when someone is trying to avoid the question.”
There was no reply, and Marc knew there was nothing that could be done to force this along. Bertrand would let him know when he was good and ready.
“Not far now,” Bertrand said at a near whisper.
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