“I’m as good as my word, mate. Stay calm, keep your mouth shut and you’ll get another one.”
The balding dark-skinned guy looked back in his mirror, something like terror in his eyes.
“OK, not want problem,” he said.
“Me neither. Never play with matches—that’s what my mum always told me. Should’ve listened.”
Kaitlyn kept her eyes and ears open as she scrambled to make sense of what had happened. Randolph Quinn was at her side, seemingly untroubled. He turned his warm eyes to her and without any sort of preamble took her hand. His grip was steady, his hand big, strong, but gentle.
“It’s cool, we’re on top of things again,” he said in his deep steady voice.
His touch calmed her, yet sent a jolt into her belly. She was the cop and he was the robber. She had to take command, but the feel
