17 Chapter 17

But I’d need to ascertain the amount of damage done, if only for insurance purposes.

Sam…. I’d found that stupid ceramic dog just before I’d been sent to La Salle Military Academy in Oakdale, and the man who’d given me that opportunity to escape the hell that was my homelife had kept him for me until I left the army and began working for the WBIS. He was another one of the good guys my old lady had managed to attract.

“Isn’t breakfast to your liking?” Quinn asked as he sat across from me in the breakfast nook.

“No, it’s great.” I’d been surprised he’d actually made me breakfast from scratch: Belgian waffles with strawberries, topped with freshly whipped cream, bacon fried just the way I liked it, that fantastic coffee of his. “You’re a good cook.”

“Alyona taught me.”

“Who?”

“Gregor’s sister. You mean you didn’t find that in your background check of me?”

Well, yeah, I had, but I liked hearing him talk about when he was a boy.