“You already are.” Ian needed to be able to eat, after all. He set the phone down in the middle of the table and proceeded to relate to Ellen what had happened with a little help from Gabe. Just as they were finishing up, Gabe got up and went back into Ian’s room to take a call.
“You could have been shot!” said Ellen. She sounded more thrilled than concerned, like she wanted to know someone who’d been shot. “Or seriously hurt and in the hospital yourself.”
“I know,” said Ian. He actually didn’t want to know what it was like to be shot. “You wouldn’t think a relative would threaten to shoot you—”
“I certainly would! That’s a lot of money. When do I get to hear about it? You did open the last box?”
Ian hesitated. Gabe was having an animated conversation in the other room and did not soun
