“No. I don’t know. How did you deal with it, Quinn? I nearly piss my pants every time I think about that gun aimed at me.”
“There’s no reason for you to deal with it. You’re not a field officer, and what happened last night—” Jesus, it was only last night.—“was a fluke. The odds of it happening again are none and none.”
The tapping of high heels on the tiled floor of the hospital’s corridor drew my attention, and I glanced around as a young woman entered the room. “Davy, Mom’s exhausted. She’s going to the hotel.” Her blonde hair, blue eyes, and the shape of her face made her relationship to DB obvious. She stopped when she saw me. “Oh. Hello. Are you a friend of my brother’s?”
“Yes.” I rose and stepped toward her, my hand extended. “I’m Quinton Mann.”
“Oh, my.”She giggled and took my hand. “I’m Kim Cooper.” Her grasp was warm and strong, like her brother’s. “Well, for the next eight months. I’m getting married this Christmas.”