Sins of the Fathers: A Gabriel Knight Mystery by Jane Jensen

Author:Jane Jensen
Language: eng
Format: epub

“You think this is about the vévé?” Grace said, her interest rekindled.

“Sure as shit do. Don’t you?” he asked her. He told himself he was being only slightly manipulative. He wanted her to feel a part of things. It made her work faster.

She looked at the marks and flushed, then nodded. “Yes. Yes, I do.”

“Good. See if you can find out anything about this…‘Agris Benin’ at the library. Close the shop and do it now…if you want.”

She looked up at him, an expression of doubt lurking behind her pretty pursed lips. Gabriel knew the expression well. It meant, why aren’t you being a complete asshole as usual?

He tried to dunk away, such looks not being entirely comfortable, but her hand reached out a grabbed his arm.

“Wait a minute,” she said. “There’s something sparkly on your face.”

He felt her nail scrape his chin. She looked down at her finger curiously. He followed her gaze and saw…

A scale.

“I’ll take that,” he managed, trying to sound casual. He quickly brushed the item from her index finger into his own palm and closed his fist around it protectively.

I have a scale. From his snake. Fucker tried to kill me and instead he gave me a scale!

But Grace wasn’t done with him yet. Her hand retained its grip on his arm, her face frowning with concern. “What was it?” she demanded.

“Dunno,” Gabriel lied.

Her eyes went to his chin, clearly not buying it. They widened in alarm. “Jesus Christ! You’ve got this amazing bruise starting on your neck.” she said, awestruck.

She leaned forward, her dark eyes peering far too insightfully at his exposed flesh. She was seconds away from hysterical panic, or so he thought. If she got the least whiff of what had really happened to him today….

“Probably just a hickey,” he said slyly. He pulled his arm away from her roughly and gave her a stare that was sexual – and challenging. “From last night.”

He could actually see her back stiffen. Her face went blank, then she turned without a word back to the desk, picked up her purse, and left the shop, turning the ‘Closed’ sign around as she did so.

She did not say good-bye.

* * *

When he was alone, Gabriel sat down at the desk chair. Its fading cover was still warm from the slender form of Grace’s posterior. With a trembling hand he pulled the green-shaded accountant desk lamp closer and switched it on. He stacked the shop’s books to one side and, after looking at the dark wood of the desk top in dismay, dug through the drawers for some plain white paper and placed a few sheets on the desk’s surface. Next to the paper he arranged the magnifying glass and the long tweezers, both fished from the pockets of his jeans. All of these things he did with his one free hand. The other hand remained fisted in a painfully conscious balance between the twin horrors of losing and crushing the thing which was in there. Or, rather,

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