Chapter 83

I didn’t know how I would react if I did turn up something, but I would add it to what Vincent owed me. And his tab was mounting.

I draped my overcoat over my arm, gathered my briefcase, and left my office.

“I’ll see you probably sometime next week, Janet,” I told my personal assistant as I paused at her desk. I was slated to work at State for the next few days.

“All right, Quinn.” When it was just the two of us, we relaxed the formalities. “I’ll hold down the fort here.”

“If anything comes up, give me a call.” “If anything comes up, I’ll give you a call.”

We spoke simultaneously, as happened frequently, then grinned at each other.

“Have a good weekend, and give Mrs. Mann my regards.”

“I will, thanks. You have a good weekend too.”

I was approaching the elevator when I heard my name called.

“Quinn. Hold on a second.” DB Cooper turned to the two women officers who had apparently been chatting with him. “Have a good afternoon, Syd, Ms. Raffles.”