Chapter 65

"How did you find us here?"

"Well, you have known me since school. I've been good at sniffing out hiding places, Im like a trained dog on a leash."

Thats quite a term to use, Marcus thought.

Rogan had this smile when he smiled understandingly, much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance that you may come across four or five times in life.

It faced –or seemed to face– the eternal world for an instant and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. He was commonplace in complexion, features, manners, and voice. He was tall and of ordinary build. His eyes, of the usual blue, were perhaps remarkably cold, and he certainly could make his glance fall on one as trenchant and heavy as an axe.

"So, will you tell us how you found it?" Angela crossed her arms.

With his long shoulder-length curly hair, Rogan walked over to the fridge. Opening it, "your broth