Gabriel released a slow breath, the smoke curling out of his lips before drifting into the dim hallway. He leaned his broad back against the wall, one ankle crossing loosely over the other. Even standing still, he took up space; tall, built, the kind of man who looked like he had learned to fight long before he learned to talk.
"You're not really thinking of doing that, are you?" the voice on the phone said.
Gabriel didn't answer. Instead he took another drag instead, eyes half-lidded, the hallway's fluorescent lights reflecting off the scar running along his jaw. His silence made the voice on the other end grow more agitated.
"Gabriel, how can you even consider that? Look at the condition she's in. You should let the police handle it. Bribe a judge if you want a harsher sentence, fine. But that plan of yours… that's ludicrous. Just— just look at her. Look at where you're standing right now. You should know better."
