GABRIEL
“We’re here!” Pop’s voice broke through the fog of my inner musings. “What are you thinking?” He was asking this because I hadn’t moved.
“I’m trying to figure out if we’re walking into a trap.”
“It’s not a trap; I met this Mancini guy; he’s on the up and up.”
“Mancini, thanks.”
“Dammit, Gabe.” I just smiled and grabbed my stuff before following him off the plane.
I pretended to forget something, but what I was really doing was getting info from the pilot. Now I had two names to look into. Mancini and Andros, I’m betting that Memnon knew one or both of them at this point. While Pop was taking his eight-hour nap earlier, I was busy thinking in between watching over him. He looked tired. I only now realize how much stress he’s been under because of me.
