Six
Parking near North Station, I traced the cobblestone and brick sidewalks of the North End until I found the tiny restaurant that I’d visited with Jacquie six months ago. It was just like dozens of other places around, using the small space to pack in as many patrons as possible. I had no way of knowing if the woman I needed to see was even working, but it was all I had to go on. I didn’t see Jacquie anywhere so I assumed she’d paid Taggart a visit first.
A tiny bell tinkled above my head, announcing my entrance. The place was busy, but not overly crowded. I eyed the dessert display at the front of the restaurant and remembered the last time I’d seen Gabrielle, the ex-girlfriend of an innocent man she’d condemned to be a gargoyle for five years. I’d watched her have what she thought w
