I have something to tell you, I said to Gabriel on the phone, my voice ringing with urgency.
Can you meet me lunch?”
Sur. You bet. Where? No doubt he thought I had some important news to break on the case.
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That urgent, huh?” Gabriel laughed into my phone. I must be starting to have a bad effect on you. When should I come?”
I’m waiting now.”
It took him barley fifteen minutes to arrive at the door. I’d stopped on my way at Nestor’s bakery and picked up some freshly baked cinnamon buns. Then I popped a bottle of Piper-Heidsieck that I had saved in my fridge.
Never in six years had I bugged out on a case in the middle of afternoon. Especially one of this magnitude. But I felt no guilt, none at all. I though of the craziest way I could break the good news.
I met him at the door, wr
