“You’re what?” Quint asked, nestling the phone between his shoulder and ear as he turned the page on the murder file for John Pierce.
“I’m moving. I signed the lease an hour ago. Zack managed to get a friend to loan him his truck, and now we’re packing everything I’m taking with me, plus the things I’m sending to John’s parents.”
“I wish you’d told me sooner, so I could get new surveillance set up, not that I expect them to come after you at this point. If they were going to, they’d have done it already.”
“Then why keep someone watching me?”
“To be on the safe side, at least until you’re moved in and we know no one’s interested. My men haven’t spotted anyone around your place, but I’m not taking any chances.”
“I think it’s stupid, but sure. Go for it.”
“Thanks,” Quint said sarcastica
