I’m a little surprised, because I figured he would have come sooner, but maybe he went into work or something. He’s always been like that, reliable when he’s made a commitment. And now I know where his loyalties lie, and they clearly aren’t with me. Cash answers the door, because there’s been an unspoken agreement that I would not be doing this, at least until things get straightened up. Well, as unspoken as, “Sascha, do not go near that door,” can be. It’s his way of showing he cares. Still, I’m not far behind. “Mr. Gabbamonte, it’s nice to see you again. I hope you’re well.” Cashiel is as cold as he is polite. “Is he here?” Abriel asks, heedless of social niceties. “My wife came by yesterday and said you wouldn’t even talk to her. Is Sascha here?” “Yes.” I can tell by Cash’s voice that he’d rather not speak with Abriel, either.
