Other than what he’d been wearing when he was kidnapped a few days ago, the boy had no clothes. So yesterday Jesper had made a trip into Copenhagen and purchased a few things. “This house is old, isn’t it?” Gary asked. “Built many generations ago, like Christiangade.” “Lots of old stuff in Europe. Not like back home.” He grinned. “We have been around a bit longer.” “Great room.” He, too, thought the accommodations interesting. On the second floor. Near their host. A first for him. A dainty chamber with feminine furnishings that surely once belonged to a woman of taste. “Do you like history?” he asked. Gary shrugged. “Not until the past two summers. It’s a lot more interesting here, when you see it.” He decided it was time to tell the boy their situation.
