12:35 AM, Friday, March 22nd, 2013
Josephine sat silently, absorbing what Gabriella had described in the room itself. “You don’t think he’s behind all of this, do you?” she asked quietly. Gabriella shook her head violently.
“No,” she said. “Sean couldn’t lead his way out of a paper bag. Besides, he seemed clueless – as usual – and the big one referred to someone else – the Ba’alhadon.” She pulled her knuckle out of her mouth and dried it on the hem of her jacket. “Just like that fucker at the police station. Whoever the Ba’alhadon is, he – or she – is the one in charge.” Gabriella thought back to the phone conversation she’d had with Sean, just before she’d been attacked at the office. “That son of a b----,” she spat suddenly.