Not more than five minutes later, he said, “All set, Mark.”
“Okay, then.” I gave the kid a look I’d found handy in intimidating grown men.
The kid turned pale and shivered. “I… I have to get back to the k-kitchen.”
“Good. You’re going to take me with you.”
“Us, Mark,” Quinn said. “We’re going down together. I don’t want you arrested for killing one of them.”
“You know I’ll do anything for you.”
The kid whimpered and tried to bolt from the room, but I caught his arm.
“Hold on. Quinn, will you bring the cart? We’ll come back afterward for the luggage.”
“Anything you want, babe.”
“Remind me to blow you later.”
The kid gasped, and I tightened my grip on him and gave him a shake.
“Okay, you. Take us down to the kitchen.”
***
The kid shivered and tried not to whimper—although he was
