“I know. I haven’t been able to get up here to see Portia Mann before now. I’ll just drop off these flowers and leave.”
“You’re here to see Mrs. Mann? The poor lady. She hasn’t regained consciousness yet. Her family has been with her the past couple of days. Are you another one of her brothers?”
“Yeah.” I never let bending the truth stop me.
“You don’t look very much like them.”
“I take after my father.” I wasn’t usually so polite. Jesus, Mann must be rubbing off on me.
“I see. Well, I guess it’s okay, then. She’s in room 624. Down in that direction. But not too long, okay?”
“Okay.” I walked down the corridor and pushed open the door of the private room.
Quinn was bent over his mother’s body, his shoulders shaking, and for a second my gut clenched and I thought she was dead, but the
