Gabriel stayed frozen, not daring to breathe.
Just as Joshua was about to look, there was a splash. Followed by a sharp intake of breath and something shattering.
Gabriel flinched at the outburst, trying to guess what had happened.
The evil spirit stood over Sam, who had jerked back in his seat, his entire front drenched in steaming coffee.
The cup lay in shards on the floor, the rich scent of roasted beans overtaking the office.
Sam stood, muttering curses through clenched teeth as he patted his stained suit jacket.
"What happened?" Joshua moved quickly to fetch the napkins from the kitchen corner.
Hale, smug and unapologetic, walked to Gabriel's side, immensely pleased with himself.
"My hand slipped," he said airily, smiling at Gabriel like a grandpa who had sneaked his grandson candy while the parents weren't looking.
Sam left for the bathroom, and Joshua was on his heels with promises to bring him a towel. The office was empty once again.
