On a hot day in late summer, Gabriel was kicking his heels, seated on top of a hotel bed.
"We're only here for a few days," Lawrence was explaining. He was pacing the floor, not in the fierce way that people did on TV, but in that smooth, almost offhand manner of his, where he could convince you that he wasn't pacing, if you didn't know him well.
Unfortunately, Gabriel had known him for many years. Years enough to know that he was at least a little troubled.