Chapter Eight
He hadn’t been sure what to make of Elizabeth’s face when he suggested adopting Shaunty. Of course, she had been thrown off guard, and she had shut the conversation down and made sure he didn’t have the opportunity to bring it up again, keeping her daughter pretty much by her side all night. Where was she now, in the bath?
He was getting ready for bed when the phone rang, and he found himself rushing over to it before it could ring a second time and wake up Shaunty.
“Hello?” he said, wondering who could be calling so late.
“I’m looking for Gabriel.”
He didn’t recognize the man’s deep voice, and he walked to the door and flicked the deadbolt before turning off the kitchen light. “Speaking,” he said.
The man sighed. He was older, he thought. “This is Reg Littlejohn. You l
