Why had he borrowed that asshole’s phone? He could have used mine, which I’d clipped to my belt. It had more than enough bars, and I had unlimited minutes.
Quinn was saying briskly to Robinson, “Now, what’s bothering you?”
“What the f**k is he doing here?” he demanded. He took the phone, but there was a disgruntled look on his face, and he glared across the room at me, then pointedly turned his back.
Why did people think this was a good idea?
I shook my head and dismissed that as inconsequential. It was time for me to get closer.
“Who?” Quinn asked. “Oh, Vincent? Why don’t you ask him?” He opened the roll of Life Savers and slid another one into his mouth.
“The man’s WBIS. He’s a sociopath.” Robinson sounded as if he thought Quinn was insane. “I wouldn’t go near him with a ten-foot p
