“I won’t do anything to interfere with your plans for Max,” Quinn said. “He helped me too, although I’m sure he wasn’t aware of it.”
“Don’t count on it, Mann. He’s a clever little bastard. Mr. Vincent, I need to speak to you in private.”
Max watched us, worrying his lower lip. Browne followed me to the far end of the room.
“What is it?”
“All my papers were destroyed. ID, credit cards, passport….”
“Is that what’s worrying you? There’s a shop on Rue Evariste Galois in the 20th Arrondissement. Ask for Athos. He’ll see you and Max get whatever you need.”
The name made him laugh, but something was still bothering him.
“What’s got your shorts in a twist, Browne?”
“There really isn’t anything between Max and me.”
“He looks at you like the sun rises and sets on you.”
“I’m not gay.”
“Oka
