“Gregor, it’s all right.” Mrs. Mann entered the room, her walk a smooth, elegant glide. Not a hair was out of place, not a wrinkle in the classic little black dress she wore. A string of glossy pearls encircled her throat, but the only jewelry she wore on her hands was a wedding band and an engagement ring. “I’m pleased to see you again, Mr. Vincent. However, I am pressed for time, so if you wouldn’t mind stating your reason for wanting to see me?”
Novotny moved to stand behind her, his arms folded across his chest. His hands were empty, so I knew he wasn’t about to shoot me or throw a knife at me just then, much as he might want to. I dismissed him and turned my attention back to Quinn’s mother.
“Your son is missing. You’re planning on traveling to Europe to find him.”
Both she and Nov
