Gabriel's Discovery. Felicia Mason
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to her desk, Susan hit a few keys on her computer. “It’s also affecting us,” she said. “Our intake numbers are through the roof. If it keeps up like this, we’re going to have to find another building for long-term shelter.”
“Another building? But where? How? I’m scrambling as it is trying to bring new money in. And how in the world would we pay for something like that?”
Good questions, Susan thought. She’d been asking herself similar ones since they’d gone from accepting two or three women a month to that many each week. Not everyone needed long-term shelter, but even so, they were just about at capacity at Galilee.
“I don’t know,” Susan said. “The Lord always opens a window when He closes a door.”
“I’m expecting the auction to bring in about one hundred grand,” Jessica said, citing their optimistically high goal. “But that money, no matter what we get from the gala, is already earmarked for operating expenses and the emergency houses, not new capital outlay.”
Jessica wasn’t saying anything that Susan didn’t already know. “I’m working on a few leads,” Susan said. “If we can just get some more buy-in from a few key players, I think some of those closed doors will spring open.”
The director of development didn’t look too convinced, but Susan had other things on her mind. Like how to convince the pastor of Good Shepherd, the church closest to the shelter and therefore the one that should have the greatest interest in helping the neighborhood, to understand that he could be instrumental in turning things around.
Gabriel arrived promptly at nine forty-five for his ten o’clock appointment with Susan. He didn’t like admitting that he’d spent a great deal of the last two days thinking about her.
When he walked into the Galilee Women’s Shelter, though, he got the first surprise of the morning. He wasn’t exactly sure what he’d been expecting, but the cheery reception area, with its ficus trees and spider plants, looked more like a well-appointed physician’s office than his image of a battered women’s shelter. After checking in with the receptionist, he took a seat and fingered the leaves on the ficus. Real. Not plastic.
Somehow that made a difference.
A quilt on the wall arrested his attention. He got up to take a closer look. The scene depicted on the fabric illustrated a door closing on a woman, but a window near her opening with light and sunshine pouring through. Women waited for her on the other side, hands extended in welcome. The window portion of the quilt featured light and vibrant-colored fabrics—golds, blues, reds—while the life the woman was leaving was depicted in dreary browns and dark streaky blues and grays.
The artist who’d created the piece had put a lot of time and effort into it.
Bible verses in a flowery script ringed the border of the quilt. Gabriel tilted his head to read the one on the left.
“It says, ‘Come unto me all ye that labor and are weary and I will give you rest.’”
He turned. Susan Carter stood there looking like sunshine on a cloudy day. A flowing gold pantsuit flattered her. He extended a hand in greeting.
“Good morning.”
“Prompt.”
“That’s the marine in me.”
Susan cocked her head. “I didn’t know you were a marine.”
He nodded. “Two tours.”
Susan filed that information away. It might come in handy somewhere down the road.
Gabriel faced the quilt. “This is phenomenal.”
“Thank you. We like it a lot. I thought we’d begin by giving you an overview of what it is we do here. I’ll show you around the business office here, then we’ll go next door to the shelter. Can I get you a cup of coffee to start?”
“Thanks,” he said. “I’d like that.”
Susan directed a comment to the receptionist. “We’ll be in my office, then walking through. I have my phone if anything comes up.”
Susan turned a smile on Gabriel. “Ready?”
He nodded. With another look at the quilt, Gabriel turned to follow her.
Just then, a woman burst through the front doors.
“Help me! Help me!” she screamed. “He’s got a gun!”
Chapter Four
Susan reached for the woman’s hand to drag her to safety, but Gabriel was already there, shielding both Susan and the hysterical woman.
Blocking the door, he stood sentinel.
“Let me deal with this. It’s what we do here,” Susan said, trying to push him out of the way.
Gabriel, however, was an immovable force. “You don’t deflect bullets.”
“Neither do you.”
Without looking over her shoulder to confirm it, Susan knew that Christine had activated the alarm notifying security.
“He took my pipe,” the woman said. Her dirty blond hair caked with grease and dirt looked as if it hadn’t been washed in months.
A man approached. He eyed Gabriel and tried to peer over his shoulder. He didn’t look enraged and he didn’t have a visible firearm, but he held a baseball bat in his hand and bounced it off his thigh.
“May I help you?”
“My woman. She came this way.”
“I’m not your woman,” the woman called from within.
“She took some things that belong to me.”
Gabriel eyed the bat in his hand. “What are you going to do with that?”
The man looked down, then grinned at Gabriel. “Me and the boys were just gonna go play some ball.”
“Then I’m sure you don’t want to keep them waiting,” Gabriel said. “I used to hit a few in my day. Where do you play?”
A security guard in a brown uniform came up behind the man. Gabriel saw him, but not a muscle or eyelash revealed it. Instead, he continued to look directly at the man in front of him. The man looked him up and down suspiciously and again tried to peer over Gabriel’s shoulder.
“You a cop?”
“No,” Gabriel said.
The man flexed and took a step forward. Gabriel did likewise, and the aggressor paused, taking full stock of Gabriel. Though he wasn’t muscle-bound like a bodybuilder, it was clear that Gabriel didn’t miss any workouts.
“Is it worth it?” Gabriel asked.
“Worth what?” the man said, his voice gruff and irritated.
“Whatever your dispute is with her, is it worth going to jail over?”
“Jail?” His eyes narrowed. “Thought you said you wasn’t a cop.”
“I’m not. I’m Reverend Gabriel Dawson, pastor at Good Shepherd Christian Church.”
The man smirked. “What’s a preacher gonna do, take me out with a Bible?” But the smirk faded when Gabriel took another step forward. The man took in the size and strength of the preacher.
Gabriel shrugged. “It’s not about taking somebody out. It’s about doing the right thing.”
“But she took…”
Gabriel nodded over his shoulder. “You can leave, or we can escort you downtown.”
For the first time, the man looked over his shoulder. The security guard stood there. And a Colorado Springs Police squad car was headed down the street.
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