Chapter 28
Quinn sprinted through the hotel hallway, only half-dressed, her shirt flapping loosely behind her, barefoot in her boots, but with her revolver strapped securely to her belt. She pounded on Jimmy’s door while running the fingers of her other hand through her auburn locks, in an unsuccessful attempt to untangle her dishevelled hair.
Jimmy opened the door within seconds, still in his underwear, but g*n in hand. He looked at Quinn with panic in his eyes.
“He’s gone Jimmy!” she said as soon as she saw him. Her voice trembled with emotion.
“He took it!” That’s when her voice broke, and all the feelings she had desperately held at bay just long enough to reach Jimmy’s door, flooded in to overwhelm her. “He stole the statue,” she sobbed, while she sank to the carpeted floor in hea
