Chapter 44

“What about dinner?”

“I’m making you a steak. Along with a baked potato and steamed green beans.”

“What, no dessert?”

“I’ve got an apple crumb pie in the freezer.”

“I knew Aunt Jemima would put in an appearance.”

“It’s Mrs. Smith’s, Mann.”

Quinn ran his fingers over my ear. “I know. I was just teasing you.” He tugged my ear lobe. “Thank you.” He flipped open his phone, punched in the code that would give him access to his messages, and held it to his ear.

I wrapped my fingers around his wrist.

“Mark?”

“Why did a green light flash on your cell phone?”

“What are you talking about? There’s no—”

“No?” I took it from him and demonstrated what I’d seen.

“I never….” Quinn sounded shaken. After a second, the light went out, but I had no doubt it had triggered whatever program it had been designed to activate. He never would have seen it.

“Do you keep your phone on you at all times?”

He frowned at me. “Of course. What kind of officer wouldn’t?”