3:45 PM, Thursday, March 21st, 2013
Gabriella collapsed into one of the chairs, and ran her hands through her hair again.
Josephine followed, and her face was frozen in shock. “Please tell me that wasn’t Detective Ferran’s voice,” she said tensely.
“It sure sounded like him,” Gabriella said, and rubbed her eyes hard. “What the hell?” she said to the ceiling. “Who’s going to show up next, my mother?”
Josephine slowly slid into the other chair. “But why would he be doing here?” she said, and tapped one finger against her chin. “And how’d he survive all those Nephisyr? They were pouring out of the building when we left.”