Quin McDaniel.
I was back in New York more down hearted and angrier than I left and Curtis's snarky comments weren't helping the situation. “Maybe she went back to New York and didn't know you were coming?” Curtis said as he flipped through a magazine. “Or that lady you're working with told her the way she told you and then she ran away.” I glared at him and he kept quiet for a minute or two then spoke up again, “why is she running from you anyway? You never told me that.”
“I pay you to find her not ask me questions. And come to think of it, I probably shouldn't pay you considering you didn't actually deliver your end of the bargain.” I said angrily.
“No, you will pay me. The job was for me to find her, which I did and you have the photos to prove it. I wasn't told to detain her until y
