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“He would I think he blames himself for all of it”

“How?”

“I don’t knowfor the sauess Huo I’ll keep you posted as much as I can”

OLLIE

The knock on the door makes my head hurt even worse Can’t the n? I roll onto roan

“I don’t need any towels,” I croak

The knock returns Jesus, Houston Don’t you have a fa wound, and I growl Pushing myself to my feet, I stu it was a gangster on the other side ready to put ot asp and shake my head to clear away the liquor when I spot Quinn Dressed in black tights and an oversized, off-the-shoulder crea vision How is she here? I open the door cautiously Maybe theto me

“Quinn?”

She brushes past me and walks inside like she owns the place Yeah, I’ray suits by the elevator

“Who?”

“I had to bring security detail It as part of the deal”

Scrubbing ether her words “What?”

“My deal with Detective Kunes In twenty-four hours, I’ with me”

“What?” I snort “No, I’m not”

“If you aren’t, then I’ets to walk away scot-free Is that what you want?”