"I said you'd need to find it."
"No, don't you dare--"
"But, being your last one, you are entitled to a hint."
He caught my chin in his bare hand, fingers warm against my cold skin as he turned me to face the rear of the building. Toward the park.
I started scrambling toward the ledge, and he grabbed me again, murmuring, "Slow down."
I did. Kind of. I was off the roof a good five minutes before him, already scouring the park when he came up beside me.
"Clue?" I said.
He smiled and said, "It's there all the time."
"So it's hidden. Well hidden."
I surveyed my options. Beyond the park fence there were a few trees, but none wide enough to hide a gargoyle. Which left one option.
I raced to the fence surrounding the play area. Along it were bushes tangled with ivy that wound over the wrought-iron fence. I went around back and pushed aside branches, checking each spot until--
I found it.
Gabriel's gargoyle, hidden by branches and so much ivy that I had to untangle vines to see it, and when I did, I couldn't stop smiling.
It was Gabriel as a very young boy, not more than a preschooler. He crouched in that tangle of bush and vine and looked straight at me, one hand extended, a baby rabbit on his palm.
"Yes, I have no idea why they put me in that pose," he said. "It looks nothing like me."
I saw that statue, and I remembered my vision of Gwynn, crouched beside a hole, showing Matilda a baby rabbit. My eyes filled with tears and I managed to say, "I think it's a perfect likeness." Then I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him.