I take a sip of the drink and try not to make a face. It’s whiskey. Very potent whiskey.
“Was a state prosecutor?” Gabriel inquires. “Is he retired now?”
I click my tongue. “That’s not how this works. I get another question first.”
Gabriel sits back and takes a sip of his whiskey, gesturing for me to continue.
“What was your relationship with your father after you took over the business?” I ask.
“Tense, at first,” he admits. “He had a hard time letting go. But once he realized that the business wasin good hands, and he was free to explore other interests, he more or less left me to it. Is your fatherretired or dead?”
I do not expect him to be so blunt and I blink. “Uh, dead.” With a little more confidence, I add,“Murdered, actually. He was shot, like your d
