CHAPTER EIGHT
Gabriel lounged in a lawn chair on the quaint terrace of the bed and breakfast where he had taken up quarters the day before after leaving the villas and his team in the hands of the police. Well, he hadn’t had a choice there, he shrugged.
He nursed a coffee so stiff that the hair at the back of his neck bristled. A permanent glower pulled the corners of his mouth down, and his brows knitted.
The deep shadows under his eyes proved that he hadn’t enjoyed too much sleep the previous night either, so he had covered them with his dark sunglasses.
He scowled at the thought of having slept about four hours a night lately and wondered how long he could go on that way. Well, not very long, for sure. Exhaustion had already caught up with him.
His mood as black as the coffee in hi
