New Gabe Bergeron Mystery! Reluctant Sherlock It was a dark and stormy night. Except it wasn't. Well, it was definitely dark and stormy but it was 9:00 am. And Gabriel Henri Bergeron, CPA, was huddled in the lobby of his apartment building on Arch Street. Lightning and thunder and howling gales and sheets of rain were currently assaulting his building and indeed the entire city of Philadelphia. Which was the reason for the huddling. He sighed. He was supposed to be on vacation for the whole week, but Chase was idling at the curb in his very red, Toyota Tacoma pickup. Waiting for Gabe Bergeron. Chase was most definitely a friend and all around stalwart fellow. And he had found it impossible to refuse when he'd asked for help on a new case. The tumult seemed to be easing just a bit, and he ran for it, leaping into the truck that rode far above the roadway on fat, spiky tires. Chase smiled at him, lighting up the cab of the truck, radiating in all thre...