ZURICH
After putting out the fire, I slipped out my phone and made a call to Gabriel. “It’s sooner than I expected,” He said in a greeting as soon as I picked up the phone.
“What do you mean?”
“Well… your brother and I had a bet going. He said you’ll call me in a day, fed up of her, but I hoped that you’d hold out for a week at least.”
I wanted roll my eyes. “It’s not that. It’s not about her.”
“It’s not?”
“I mean in a way, but not how you think.”
“I see.”
“Fûck off.”
He chuckled. “So what is it about?”
“I need you to spare me some of the men from French quarter, the trusted ones.”
“Why? What happened?” His tone quickly turned serious. “And you know her father can easily send you more men if you ask.”
“I know but I don’t trust them.”
He made an affirmative sound as he asked,
