Chapter 111

If I wasn’t pissed at Quinn for being in such an all-fire rush to make sure I was dead, I’d have slugged this yoyo for his attitude toward him.

“Y’see, Quinn?” And who the fuck was this?

“I’m sorry, I can’t believe that’s Mark Vincent.”

“That’s because that isn’t me,” I snarled as I crossed the tiled floor to join them, Matheson trailing behind me. I let my eyes range over the man beside Quinn, then dismissed him as inconsequential. I’d have no problem taking him down. “Deputy Director Mann. Disappointed?”

Beside me, Matheson murmured, “That’s Mann? I’d have thought he’d be…bigger.”

He was big enough where it mattered, but that was no one else’s business.

A host of expressions chased across Quinn’s face, shock, disbelief, amazement, relief. And then anger so hot I almost expected it to scorch me. Was he going to take a swing at me?

In a flash they were all gone, and he was ice cool. “Glad to know it wasn’t you, Vincent. Let’s go, DB. Good evening, gentlemen.”