Claire almost chokes on her panic. She stares at the phone in her hand. What in hell was that call about? She dials Gabriel's number, but it only rings and rings. Jesus, what happened to him? Her hands have started to tremble as she dials Miguel's number.
"Hey, there," Miguel's voice seems cold and distant, and there's club music in the background. "What's up, Claire? Boyfriend problems?"
"Miguel, listen," she mutters. "Can you hurry over to Gabriel's place? Like, now? Something strange happened."
"What? What do you mean?"
"He called me up. He sounded like he's struggling to breathe. Then the line went dead, and I could not get hold of him anymore."
"Jesus Christ," Miguel mutters. "But I'm outside the city. Might take me half an hour to get there. But I'm going there now. You go ahead. Call up his butler, that guy named Lopez? Or Dale. Anyone that can go to him the quickest."
"Yes," is the only thing she manages to say. "Please hurry."
