It eased Paul to see Gabriel more himself. Today he had laughed more than he ever had in Paul's presence, but his smile was too brittle, his eyes empty and haunting in ways that Paul could not appreciate. He preferred Gabriel as his gentle angel, his dove, docile and content until they were alone together. Only in their private world was Gabriel allowed to be distraught and only by Paul's hand.<br/><br/>Nothing else was allowed to touch him.<br/><br/>At Gabriel's question, Paul could not help but scoff.<br/><br/>"No, we are not spending another moment here unless it is absolutely necessary," he promised.<br/><br/>Paul knew there was still more affairs to see to, the dead left so much hassle behind. They would have to track down the life insurance policy and the deed to the house and land, and deal with all the debts Joseph Isetti no doubt accumulated. But Paul would be damned if they spent another moment longer in this place.<br/><br/>He escorted Gabriel back to the car, courteously opening and closing the door for his boy. Then he drove them to the nearest major city an hour away. The hotel was to Paul's usual standard, meaning it was lavish and opulent with exquisitely tasteful decor.<br/><br/>The presidential suite was just as affluent as the lobby, and Paul immediately began to run a bath. The stink of Joseph Isetti's home had followed then and Paul wanted it gone immediately.