“I don’t suppose it would do any good if I asked you not to call me ‘baby’?”
“No.” Baby kept it impersonal. No way was I letting Quinton Mann get close to me.
“I didn’t think so. I won’t bother giving you directions. God knows you’ve been here often enough.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Of course you don’t. I’ll expect to see you soon, Mark.” He hung up.
The dial tone droned in my ear for at least a minute before I snapped out it. Jesus, was I losing it? Was The Boss right in getting me out of the field?
No, of course not. I was as on top of my game as I’d ever been.
But it was nice—surprising, but nice—that someone of Quinn’s caliber cared if I lived or died.
I flipped my phone shut and put it back in my pocket, then buckled up, started the car, and drove out into th
