“This could be good or bad,” Brent said, echoing Quinn’s words ten minutes later—after cautiously making his way from his room to Quinn’s after Quinn called to let him know he was there.
“I know. I hope it’s just coincidence. As far as I can tell, River bought into my story.” He went on to tell Brent everything that had happened at his meeting with the man.
“Damn,” Brent said when Quinn finished. “How did you keep from cold-c*****g him? And more to the point, how were you able to spew hatred back at him without losing it?”
“I kept reminding myself, if I played it right, we might be able to stop those fuckers.”
“You plan on agreeing to go with them, if they set up another murder?”
“You know I am,” Quinn said, his expression registering his exasperation that Brent had even asked. “We al
