“Atta boy,” John said, patting the desk as he stood up. “And just think. Already had an epiphany and the day’s only half-over.”
Danny looked up with a glare at the joke, but John just laughed. Allowing himself to break into a similar smile if only to appease his father, Danny knew he had to be careful or John would start to really worry, like everyone else was. Then he’d have to sit Danny down for one of his ‘talks’. Right now Danny preferred the smile—the real smile—that had been missing for so many months.
“Thanks, Dad,” Danny said as John headed off. At least now he had some direction.
What slowly started to eat at him, though, was that the evidence definitely suggested he was right—Ludgate had to be teleporting—but that didn’t actually help. Danny’s best bet would still be blind luck stumbling upon Ludgate somewhere or trying to figure out where he might hit next to get ahead of him. But that was just as unlikely, since Virgil Labs and the glassworks had nothing in common.