"My sister was in that car," Gabriel's voice was like ice. "She's eight months pregnant. If something had happened to her, do you really think money could fix it?"
Hearing that a pregnant woman was involved, the officer's expression grew even more severe. "Sir, please be assured, we will definitely..."
But Gabriel was no longer listening. His eyes were fixed on the flushed, intoxicated man standing beside the officer. Without another word, he lunged forward, grabbing the man by the collar, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked like it might crack.
"Talk," he snarled. "Who sent you?!"
The man flinched violently. Then, he started to play dumb, letting out a drunken burp. "Wha... wha're you shaying?" he slurred. "I... *hic*... I can't hear you..."
Gabriel let out a chilling laugh and slowly released his grip. He looked down at the man, his eyes narrowed to slits. "Do you have any idea who you just tried to mess with?" he asked in a low, dangerous voice.
The man stiffened, a flicker of fear crossing his drunken features. But he stuck his chin out, forcing a stupid grin. "Huh? What'd you shay? Shouder, please! *Hic*... C'mon... I'll buy you a drink! Hey, barkeep, another round!"
The officer had seen enough. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs and slapped them on the man's wrists. "That's enough out of you," he said sternly. "You're coming with us!"
...
From a distance, Liliana watched Gabriel's tall, straight back, a knot of worry in her stomach. She could vaguely make out the figure of the drunk driver and just felt they'd had a run of terrible luck.
To run into a drunk driver in the middle of the day... she decided she really ought to go to church and light a candle, pray that nothing else went wrong before the baby came.
It wasn't that she was superstitious, but the close call had left her deeply shaken, and she needed something to hold onto for comfort. Standing under the tree, her heart still raced, and a sense of unease settled over her for no reason she could name.



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