"Then I've done you a favor, haven't I?"
"You have." He slanted a look my way as he held the gate open. "For credit, I presume. Which you intend to call on now."
"I do."
Normally, people don't like to think you're only being nice to them because you want something. Patrick didn't seem to mind at all. Quite the contrary--from the look on his face, he was pleased with me. I understood the game and played it fairly.
"How old are you?" I asked as we sat on the bench.
His dark eyes gleamed. "How old do you want me to be?"
"Gabriel remembers you when he came back before college. You were older than him then."
"Then presumably I still am."
"Presumably. He told me a story today," I said. "When he was young, a man in Cainsville used to speak to him. He'd give him hints about the hidden gargoyles. One day, Gabriel's mother--Seanna--caught him talking to this man, and she was furious. Made Gabriel swear never to speak to him again."
"How rude."
"It is, isn't it? The man didn't try to lure him off with candy or any such thing. They just talked. Gabriel never understood why Seanna was so angry."
"I don't blame him."
"Here's the thing. When Gabriel remembers the man, he seems to think it was you, though he knows it couldn't be. Clearly you're not old enough."
"Clearly."
"But in his memory, he associates the man with you. Do you know why?"
Patrick shrugged. "Memory is a mystery we cannot hope to solve. I grew up in Cainsville. I have family here."
"Then would you know why his mother told him not to speak to this man?"
"She must have had some reason for disliking him."
"Because Seanna herself was from Cainsville originally."
"So I've heard."
"And you don't know what she'd have against this man, who was obviously not you."
Patrick looked at me, and I waited for him to say he had no idea. Instead, he smiled. "Perhaps he gave her a gift she did not want. It happens, between men and women."
I went quiet for a moment. Then I said, "If I ask you what's going on in Cainsville, will you tell me?"
Again, there was an easy answer: play dumb. What's going on? Do you mean local news? Events? But that was one game Patrick didn't play. He said only, "No."
"Can I earn the answers?"
"By currying favor with me? No. I like my life here, Olivia. It's very comfortable. You need to find your own answers. Or get close enough to them that I can help."
"Will you help?"
"If it's in my best interests. Currying favor goes both ways."
"Let's change the subject, then. Mind control."
"Ah."