"Jealous?" Gabe blinked and looked at the detective, startled. "Why'd I be jealous of a psychopathic cowboy?" Then the Archangel frowned thoughtfully. "Excepting the fact that I'm here and he ain't. I'd like to not be here right now."

The words were somewhat jocular, the Archangel's eyes strained. "But there's another question to ask," he said, continuing on without missing a beat because if he stopped talking he'd have to start dwelling more on the throb in his head. "How're we gonna get to Ms Sorrows' library without the Bentley? I mean, unless you want me to conjure up a phone to ring Fletch ..."