From Second Sight:

When the door closed, Edward said quietly, "I know you're not really my brother-in-law, sir. Venetia explained everything to me."

"Did she?"

Edward nodded quickly. "She says that we are going to play a game of pretend while you are here."

"Do you mind?"

"Not at all," Edward said. "It will be fun to have you here for real."

"For real?"

"Yes. I helped Venetia get rid of you, you see. Now that you are actually here, it is as if you have become real."

"I think I've got the gist of it." Gabriel crouched to unlock the trunk. "What parts of my history did you invent?"

"I made up the bit about you tumbling off the cliff in the wild West and getting swept away by a raging river," Edward said, shoul­ders straightening with pride. "Did you like it?"

"Very clever."

"Thank you. Venetia wanted to say that you were shot dead by a gang of outlaws during the course of a train robbery."

"Charming. Tell me, did I die a true hero of the wild West, fighting on until my gun was empty of bullets?"

Edward frowned. "I don't recall that you had a gun."

"She intended to send me off to face the outlaws unarmed?" Gabriel opened the trunk. "She must have wanted to be quite certain that I did not survive."