Quinton smiled tightly. “Unfortunately, you’re correct, Mother. There are too many countries where life is held cheaply.”
“And the WBIS can deal with them, because it holds life just as cheaply,” Gregor growled. “I don’t like how he disabled the surveillance equipment.”
“Neither do I. I’ll have Callahan come take a look at your security and see about beefing it up. He owes me a few favors.”
“Thank you, sweetheart.”
“If Mark Vincent shows his puss around here again, I’llbe ready for him!” Gregor was taking this personally. He fisted his hands on his hips, the action moving aside his suit jacket.
Which in turn revealed the .45 under his arm.
Quinton’s lips twitched, whether to restrain a grin or a grimace, I was uncertain. “Gregor, I think you’ll need a bigger gun.” 25
Allison had called to ask if I’d join her for lunch at the Café Montpelier on the lobby floor of the Madison Arms. I really hoped she wasn’t going to tell me she was about to divorce her present husband.