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"I'm fine," I said.
"Sure?"
I nodded. "I got some money this week. Quinn cut me in on a job in Toronto and he had cash, so it seemed safe enough to take that."
Jack lowered his mug to the table. "You're working with Quinn?"
"Just that one job."
The lines around his mouth deepened.
"You know we kept in contact," I said.
"Know you're seeing him. Not working with him."
"Actually, it's the other way around. Last week was the first time I'd seen him since Wilkes. But you knew we were in contact, and you didn't have a problem with that..."
"Social contact? None of my business. Working with him?" He rubbed his hand over his mouth. "Shoulda run it by me."
And how was I supposed to do that? I didn't say the words. They'd only sound like petulance, and he could remind me that he had provided a way for me to initiate contact, if I needed him.
"This job. Tell me about it."
"It went fine."
His gaze met mine, holding it. "Details. Later."
I could have balked at the suggestion that I needed Jack to vet my jobs, even in retrospect, but that would be like taking offense if a ski buddy wanted to double-check my equipment before a killer hill. When your life is at stake, it's no time for pride.
Jack preferred for me to stick to my semiannual Tomassini hits. When it came to contract killing, that was like skiing on the bunny hill. I could take offense at the implication, but I was new and a part-timer with an outside life. A mistake could mean the end of the life I'd rebuilt so carefully
We relapsed into silence until breakfast arrived. Jack had ordered the "Lumberjack Grand Slam": three pancakes, ham, bacon, sausage links and two eggs, hash browns, and toast. As he attacked it, I wondered how long it'd been since he'd ventured from the motel for a meal. I remembered the overflowing ashtrays.
"I know this isn't the place to discuss it," I said, "but just a heads-up - we're going to need to talk about what kind of trouble you're in. If you're staying at the lodge - "
He swallowed a mouthful of egg. "Trouble?"
"The reason you need a place to stay."
"Ah, fuck." He lowered his fork. "What'd Evelyn say?"
"Just that you need someone to watch your back. Something to do with the job you broke your ankle on. Or, at least, that's what she seemed to be - "
" - suggesting." He chomped down on a slice of bacon, crispy bits flying, then chewed it as he shook his head. "Nothing happened on the job. Except that." He waved the remainder of the bacon slice at his cast, stretched into the aisle.
"So you aren't lying low?"
He finished his bacon slice, chewing slower. "Yeah, I am. Kinda. Nothing serious. Same shit, different day. You know."
I didn't, but asking wouldn't fix that.
"So I don't need to worry about anyone gunning for you at the lodge?"
He met my gaze, giving me a look that straddled reproach and indignation. "Wouldn't do th
at to you."
I nodded and sliced into my egg.
