Gabriel's Revenge (The Adventures of Gabriel Celtic Book 2)

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Authors: J.T. Lewis
stop, people started to unbuckle and stand up to grab the luggage in the overhead. Abby was gathering up her stuff and getting ready to stand when I lightly clasped her arm.
    As she looked over at me, I looked her in the eyes and said, “Thank you.”
    She smiled a knowing smile, and for once she seemed not to have anything to add. I quickly asked her if I could buy her a cup off coffee.
    She nodded her head enthusiastically, adding, “I love coffee!”
    Somehow I figured she might.

Chapter 12
    August 21, 1998
     
    The man finished wiping the band of his wide brimmed hat, then replaced it on his head before removing his glasses and drying the lenses. The perspiration from his exertions was a minor annoyance compared to the exhilaration of his work.
    He had thought that he might have been able to get through to Bill tonight, but in the end, he had not. A sigh escaped the man’s lips as he pondered his client’s stubbornness.
    “Nothing to be done about it now,” the man stated with finality.
    They had made great strides on the other matters however, the paperwork. Bill was greatly concerned about his family’s future should anything happen to him, and the man had spent a great deal of time with his client going over bank statements and insurance policies.
    Everything seemed in order; Bill’s wife and daughter would be more than adequately cared for when Bill left this world. The man had even congratulated Bill on his forethought in these matters; many of his clients had needed much more in the way of financial counseling on his visits.
    All that was left was the electrical ‘problem’ to be finished. He had said his goodbyes to Bill only moments ago, and now stood in front of the electrical panel in the basement. He had offered to flip the breaker on his way out, leaving through the basement door and into the dark back yard so as not to draw any additional attention to Bill’s problems from his neighbors.
    Crossing himself and holding the cross in his right hand, he flipped the breaker on with his left. A noise upstairs told him that the current was indeed doing what it was intended to do. Kissing the cross, he let it fall on its chain to his chest, then called goodbye to Bill before turning and leaving out the basement steps.
    Making his way quickly through the dark back yard, he effortlessly hurdled the back fence and quietly skulked past the neighbor’s house and onto the next street.
    Turning left on the tree lined street, he looked up at the canopy above him and marveled at one of God’s greatest creations. Shade, habitat for birds and small animals, as well as producing oxygen for all living things, God had indeed outdone himself with the creation of a tree.
    Feeling the harmony in his soul, he started walking slowly back to his quarters, enjoying the warm night air and the sounds of the summer eve that surrounded him.
    Remembering the Latex gloves still on his hands, he carefully removed first one then the other, patiently folding them into a neat bundle before he placed them into his expansive pocket. A smile formed on his lips as his fingers brushed against the old leather testament also in his pocket, the comforting touch of his old friend always relaxing him.
    After but a few more steps, he started whistling a tune, the eerie melody mixing easily with the cricket’s chirp to fill the quiet night air with a haunting harmony.

Chapter 13
    August 21, 1998
     
    As we walked off the ramp and into the terminal, I was feeling better now that my feet were on solid ground. Amazingly, it felt as if some of my confidence was also returning as I got closer to home. I’m not sure that my remorse was actually any less, but I realized that I had a job waiting for me, and I would need to be in top form to get to the bottom of the murder.
    The murder of my friend.
    We made our way to the gate of our next flight, and then located a coffee shop nearby. I was shocked at the $5.00 per cup cost for the coffee, but seeing

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