Chapter Thirty-Five
As mansions go Gabriel’s home is understated. It doesn’t have a bowling alley, a skating rink, or an Olympic-sized swimming pool. No solid-gold molding. The elite of Tanglewood want more pomp and circumstance for their millions.
Instead the house has an unassuming front, two white columns the only adornment. Inside it’s spacious but dimly lit, giving the appearance of being cozy.
The library is dark, only embers in the fireplace. I cross the rug to where Gabriel reclines in one of the wide leather armchairs beside the chess set, his posture innocuously casual. You might not guess that he had bruised three ribs and punctured a lung in the house.
He refused a hospital, choosing instead to be seen by his personal doctor. A doctor who had warned me that our patient was
