Visions (Cainsville 2)

Gabriel pulled open the door--and nearly yanked the security guard in with it. Behind the guard were two uniformed police officers.

"Gabriel Walsh, you're under arrest for trespass, breaking and entering, issuing threats . . ."

CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT

After the Huntsman left, I fell asleep. I'm sure there was something preternatural in that--there was no way I'd drift off with everything pinging through my head.

When my phone rang, Ricky woke first, and by the time I surfaced, he'd already pulled my cell from my discarded slacks.

He swore and turned the phone toward me. It was James. The call went to voice mail.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Two in the morning. Has he been doing this?"

"No. It's because . . . he sent a package this morning."

His look of concern sharpened to alarm, and I laughed softly.

"It wasn't a bomb or a dead rat," I said. "Just a file on Gabriel. Rumors and allegations. There was one on you, too. He didn't dig up anything more than a couple of dismissed traffic violations, but I should have mentioned it. I planned to, and then last night . . ."

"You had trouble with Gabriel, followed by motorcycle rides, which aren't conducive to conversation. We should talk, though. If James is--"

The phone rang again. Still James.

"Okay," Ricky said. "Three ways to handle this. One, you answer, though I'd rather you didn't, because it seems to only give him an excuse to keep calling. Two, you turn the phone off. Three, I answer."

"Go for it."

His eyes glinted. "Seriously?"

"I was hoping for a mature breakup, but he's not letting me have it."

Ricky answered. There was a pause, as James presumably processed the fact that a man was answering my phone at this hour. Then Ricky said, "It's Rick Gallagher. We haven't met."

A murmur on the other end of the line.

"It's the middle of the night. Can I pass on a message?"

Another murmur.

"If it's important, I'll wake her, but she's been working double shifts. I'd like to let her sleep."

He could have insinuated some other reason why I was exhausted, but he was taking the high road. Which was more than I could say for the guy calling me at 2 A.M.

Ricky listened for another minute, and I could see confusion and then surprise in his eyes. "Sure. I'll tell her. Oh, but I'm going to ask you not to call her in the middle of the night anymore, okay?"

I heard James start to respond, but Ricky cut him off. "Also, I heard you sent her some information on me yesterday. If you're interested in getting to know me better, just ask. In fact, if you'd like to get together for coffee, I could stop by your office tomorrow--"

Ricky stopped. He looked at me. "He hung up."

"And you were being so polite."

"I was." He handed me the phone. "He called about Gabriel." Ricky reached for our clothing and tossed me my slacks as he sorted through it. "It seems your boss paid your ex a visit tonight, in response to that package. He's been arrested."

I had my shirt half on. I stopped. "Gabriel?"

"Yeah. James made it sound like Gabriel tore over there, broke in, and beat the shit out of him, which I know isn't the real story. Whatever happened, though, Gabriel's in jail. I'm going to go bail him out."