Chapter Seventeen
Taking Penny over might have broken my heart if she hadn’t agreed. Gabriel, dressed in gray workout clothes, met us at the front door of his restored eighteenth century home and after the hubbub caused as she removed her clothes, Gabe took control. At his order, Penny apologized for breaking her contract, begged my forgiveness for past transgressions and, though hobbled by ankle cuffs, managed the stairs to the basement without help. “Duncan?” she whispered by the door of her new quarters.
There, Gabriel spun the combination lock and bid us enter. “Push the red button, kid, when you want to leave,” he said. “I’ll come for you or send Martha Cox.” His voice rose. “Make sure Ms. Young understands she belongs to me until further notice.” Gabriel clanked the door closed and
