Mr. Cruz arrived thirty minutes after Angelo’s call. By that time, Gabriel was already fuming. He hated waiting, almost as much as he hated inaction. Being subjected to both brought out the worst in him. It was no surprise he practically dragged the PI into the room the moment he came through the door.
“What can you tell us about Arthur,” Gabriel asked without preamble.
“I’d already given his file to your brother,” Mr. Cruz replied. He need not be told this man was his former client’s brother. Had he not looked a little older than Angelo, he would’ve thought they were twins. Yet he sensed a different kind of danger in this man, an aura of violence well hidden beneath his veneer of respectability.
“It’s not enough!” Gabriel said, turning away from the PI.
“We need to know if there’s any
