Chapter 20Through the dark, cold streets, Kael followed Angel to a house on Old Church Street in Kensington, wondering where the hell his boy was going so late in the evening and who he knew there. It wasn’t until Dr. Reynolds opened the front door of the smart, three-story terraced house with its white painted front and black wrought-iron railings that he knew Angel needed the help of the psychiatrist. How seriously had he harmed his boy to have him running off at night to see a shrink?
Away from the light of the old-fashioned streetlamps, he watched the house for more than an hour. When his phone rang, he snatched it out of his pocket. No name came up to tell him who it was. “What?”
“Kael, this is Claire Reynolds. Angel is with me, and he’s very upset. Can you come to my home? I live a
