Grace
The winter morning twinkled outside my office window. Gabriel answered the phone, sounding more awake than I had expected, warm and oddly cheery.
"You're a morning person, aren't you?"
"I haven't slept," Gabriel chuckled. "I'm on my third cup of coffee, actually. If you're calling about the Duncan delivery, then all I can say is that the plane left Mooncrest and landed there."
"I'm not worried about that," I said, thinking back to the group of Enforcers that had gone with the few units of police and emergency workers I had been able to spare. "I wanted to pick your brain about... well, the whole case and how to go forward with the Senate requirements."
I told him everything that I had sketched out already, including working with Earth Therapy and the Duncan Pack.
He chuckled. "
