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There was an anger and bitterness in his voice that made me squeeze his hand.
"You get it, don't you?" he said softly. "They don't. Jack and Felix--" He shook his head. "Jack, cutting out on you the second he can get away. And Felix, calm as can be. To them, this is just business. Got a hitman causing trouble, that's bad for business, so you take him out. Doesn't matter how many people get killed in the meantime."
"I think they care," I said. "In their way. Maybe Jack doesn't show it but--"
"You know what kind of work Jack does, don't you? What kind of hitman he is?"
"Sure, I've--"
"You pay him, he whacks someone. No questions asked."
"Isn't that what most hitmen do? I mean, that's the job description, right? Hired killer."
"And is that what you do? Take money to kill anyone, anytime, any way? Like hell. Now, I have no idea how you operate, but that's not it, and it doesn't take a genius to see that. Someone handed you fifty grand to off some random guy in a handicapped washroom, you'd tell him to go fuck himself. Hell, if someone offered me fifty grand to do it, I'd be tempted to put the gun in his--" He stopped. "You know what I mean."
I gave a half-shrug, knowing he was heading into territory where I didn't dare follow.
He leaned down to catch my eye. "You do know what I do, don't you?" A small laugh. "No, I guess that's a stupid question. The only way you'd know is if Jack told you and he sure isn't about to tell you, because he doesn't approve."
"Approve of what?"
"You know I'm a cop. Not exactly a state secret. And you probably wonder how I justify playing both sides. Maybe I'm just a corrupt son-of-a-bitch who gets off on doing exactly what I'm supposed to be fighting. The truth is, being a cop is what got me into this business, seeing the crap that--"
He stopped. A figure had rounded the front corner of the pool, emerging from between two minivans. It was Jack, his white dress shirt bright against the darkness, his jacket open, tie off, bottle dangling from one hand.
"Dee?" He stopped in the gateway and lifted the bottle.
"She'll be right there," Quinn said. "Just give us a--"
"What're you back for?" Jack said as he approached. "Forgot something?" He looked down at our hands, face unreadable. As I pulled my hand back, his gaze lifted to Quinn's. "Forgot to say good-bye? Think Dee's a bit old for a good-night kiss."
Quinn pushed to his feet. "Maybe, but I figured one thing she could use, after tonight, was someone to talk to. Someone who might even talk back."
"Playing Boy Scout again?"
Quinn's mouth tightened. "Don't call me that."
"Then don't act the part." Jack turned to me, bottle raised. "Coming?"
Quinn met my gaze. "You don't have to."
"I should," I murmured as I stood. "I'll see you later."
He hesitated, then nodded. When Jack turned back to the motel, I reached for Quinn's hand and gave it a quick squeeze before hurrying after Jack.
Back in the motel room, I waited for the door to close, then turned to Jack, hands raised in defense.
"Before you say anything, let me point out that I was on the grounds, in a public place, under a spotlight, where you could see me and I could see anyone approaching. Plus I left you a note. If that's not safe, I don't know what is."
"Staying in your room? Alone?"
"He was upset about tonight and he wanted someone to talk to. Is that a crime?"
He answered by pouring shots of whiskey into plastic glasses.
"What about Felix?" he said as he handed me one.
"What about Felix?"
