They’re still looking for concrete evidence. Damn authorities and their concrete evidence.” Gabriel collapsed on the leather sofa with the entire bottle of vodka in his fist. Joey settled next to him, his body heat beckoning him. Gabriel was too bone-tired to move. Between his bleary eyes and the fatigue stealing over him, he wanted nothing more than to climb into bed and sleep. Having Joey and Jayla pressed against each side of him would make him sleep like the dead. But that won’t happen. He kept telling himself that at least Jayla was safe. Even if she never came back to them, she was safe. Joey covered Gabriel’s fingers where they encircled the bottleneck and gently removed the vodka from his hand. Gabriel expected him to get up and pour two glasses like a civilized man but when he brought the bottle to his lips and swigged, a grim smile tugged at Gabriel’s mouth. Joey took several swallows before passing him the bottle. “Tell me again why the arson investigator can’t connect this guy with the fires?
