Progressive Properties is aggressively taking over where small neighborhoods once flourished. Now Angelique's Shelter, St. Gabriel's, is under attack. Who shows up at her door to deliver the news? John McDougal, now a prominent property attorney, an...
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Gabriel and John pulled into the parking lot adjacent to the office building that contained John's law firm.
"Look, maybe I should go in there alone?" Gabriel offered.
"What the hell for?" John wanted to know.
"One, you still work there and two, if Angel is there, I don't know if she'll want to see you right now."
"If she's in trouble, I really don't care if she wants to see me or not. She's going to get my help and because I work there, I can get you in the building much faster than if you tried to go it alone."
"Fine," Gabriel conceded. "We'll go together, but if we find her I get to talk to her first."
"Fine," John said, "I don't think we're on speaking terms anyway at the moment." Both men approached the glass door entrance with retribution on their minds.
Gabriel had to reach Angel before something drastic took place if she were removed from this world, it would irrevocably damage too many lives. Gabriel knew he must keep this from happening.
John wanted answers. Like why were Veronica's clothes aboard his boat? And why were they after Angelique? There was no way they were going to lose this case. This seemed personal.
"Hey, Charlie!" John waved to the security guard as he entered the building.
"John!" A veteran turned security guard waved back.
"Charlie, you didn't see a young woman around 5'3, nice build, shoulder-length ashy blonde hair, and blue eyes pass through here, did you?"
"Can't say that I have? But I only came on shift about half an hour ago. Why? Did your latest conquest give you slip?" Charlie asked with a chuckle.
"Yeah," John said. "You could say that."
"I keep telling you, John, life is much simpler when you settle down."
"Charlie, one of these days I just might take that advice."
Charlie just snorted in disbelief. "Yeah, well, I won't hold my breath waiting for that wedding invitation."
Gabriel cleared his throat as he stood behind John.
"Oh, Charlie, I need a visitor's pass for my friend here. He's a colleague of mine."
"Sure, John, no problem."
John handed Gabriel a plastic badge. "Ready to go, Gabe?"
Gabriel just glared at John and headed for the elevator.
"Old college buddy." John winked at Charlie. "Works for the state. Thought I'd show him how the other half lives."
