Gabe didn"t answer Morgan right away. He continued to stare out at the dolphins, and Morgan felt he was trying to figure out exactly what to say and how to say it. Shifting closer, she nudged his shoulder with hers for encouragement. Gabe cleared his throat, hesitated, and then turned to look down at her so he could see her expression.
"I got the strangest phone call yesterday. No, I got three, all from the same person."
Morgan raised an eyebrow. "Okay, I give. Who called?"
"James Broadchurch."
"Really? The art dealer?" Morgan asked, taking a step back to look at Gabe, wondering if he was joking.
It was clear he wasn"t, as he nodded to her questions. "Yeah, I don"t get it. I just met the man yesterday at your place, but he acted as if he knew me, and we were best friends. He kept say
