"Well, at least the ones there will be built," Gabriel said, leering a little, quite willingly going along with the farce. His heart was less obliging and pounded at the news that they'd seen him after all. Well, damn. He could be in trouble.

The question was, did he really care? A moment's thought told him no, not really. Not as much as he he knew should have, and not as much as he would have a year ago. They had messed with his little brother. His anger was cold and patient, but it did stop the fear, if not the adrenaline.