When Seanna left, the dangers had multiplied again. That's when the games began. Life itself became a game, a con, a swindle. Not just against marks, but against everyone--from teachers to landlords to any person with the power to lock him up, either in jail or in a group home. He'd lived like a shark then, always moving, stop and perish.
So, out here at night, on this empty street, he kept prowling, assessing, trying to pinpoint the source of danger. But there was none. Just a deep sense of unease.
As he walked, he counted gargoyles. Most times, he didn't even look up to see them, just knew where they hid and mentally ticked them off. It helped settle his anxiety, as it had when he was young. A child's game, perhaps the only one he'd ever known. When he'd come here, to Cainsville with Rose, he was able to be just another boy. It wasn't like school, where kids knew where he lived, how he lived, who his mother was, and even if they didn't, they seemed to sense it on him, their own instincts for threat kicking in as they s
teered clear. In Cainsville, Gabriel could play in the same park as other children and count the same gargoyles.
He got to six before he sensed he wasn't alone and noticed Veronica half a block away. Insomnia, he presumed. Instinctively, he turned to head back, staying out of her path so he wouldn't startle her.
"Gabriel?" she called.
He could pretend not to hear. He wasn't in the mood for conversation. He rarely was, though he'd make the effort in Cainsville.
"Is something wrong?" she asked as she approached.
He felt the urge to say, "I don't know. Is there?" but stifled it. He was just feeling out of sorts. No need to inflict it on her.
"I'm staying with Olivia," he said. "We worked late."
Veronica smiled, a beaming smile that crinkled her eyes. She reached out and squeezed his arm. "I'm glad to see it, Gabriel. So glad."
He knew what she presumed, no matter how quick he'd been to add the "working late" part. All the elders presumed it. He'd seen that in their faces at the diner. An unattached young man and woman, spending so much time together. They made the natural presumption. Which did not apply to Gabriel. He was already putting himself out enough with this relationship. Taking enough of a chance.
He murmured a demurral. It didn't matter. Veronica had made up her mind, and his denials were merely sweet and charming. Old-fashioned chivalry.
He tried to leave after that, but it was clear Veronica wanted to chat. He couldn't be rude to her. However, if she insisted on instigating a conversation, there was no reason he couldn't choose the topic.
"You've lived here all your life, correct?" Gabriel said.
It was a formality. All the elders had. They were as much a fixture of Cainsville as the gargoyles.
When Veronica nodded, he said, "Do you remember Glenys Carew?"
Her lips pursed, as if deep in thought. It was too deep a purse, too great an effort to pretend she needed to consider the question. When she said, "No, I don't believe I do," it was the answer he expected. Also, a lie. The fact of the lie didn't bother him. Everyone lied. The important question was why, and that was always more difficult to answer.
"How about Daere Bowen?" he said.
"Daere." She corrected his pronunciation to Day-ree. "Yes, I remember Daere."
"Did you know she was Pamela Larsen's mother?"
Veronica said nothing. She watched him, with a look he could feel in the pit of his gut. The look didn't promise threat. Yet it was a warning nonetheless, and when he met her gaze, he felt a tug, as if she was pulling the question from his mind. His anxiety ebbed. There's nothing wrong. Go back to bed. Watch over Olivia. This isn't important.
"Yes, it is."
When he heard himself say the words aloud, he stiffened, waiting for her to give him a look of confusion, of question. She blinked, then nodded, a smile playing at her lips, almost as if . . . pleased. She looked pleased.
"Olivia's going to want answers," he said.
"Yes, I suppose she will."
That look vanished, but she continued watching him. Waiting. For him to ask the questions? He knew it would do no good. They needed more information first.
"Is she in danger here?" he asked.
Veronica looked surprised. "Danger?"
"Yes, is Olivia in danger? Here. In Cainsville."