GABRIEL
Paris! What’s not to love? I already had my plans mapped out before we even left the states because I knew I would be playing it close. Even though the flights in between the two cities are relatively short, especially by private plane, the drive out to the convent where the runaway was supposed to be would bite into my time.
I hadn’t had time to find an airport or landing strip close to where she is because a lot of Sicily is still old school, it seems like, and the place she’s at is like stepping back in time, at least that’s what it looks like on paper. So, knowing my family and their personalities, I set things in motion through well-placed hints and suggestions.
