SPADE
I didn’t wait for her to reply. I walked out and looked for Quinton because he was there when my wife got attacked.
As I had expected, he was still here and had changed to an Osmium black hoodie.
I entered the car and resumed the call. “Send your men to the hospital to guard my wife 24/7. Pick those who are capable. I don’t want another mishap, or I swear to God I will sue your company. Meet me at the cafe two blocks from the hospital. I’ll be there in five.”
When the call ended, I glared at Quinton. “Where’s the man?”
“In the police custody,” he replied. Guilt flared on his face. He could barely look at me. Good. He had to deal with it.
“You’re here because you’re still useful. Call someone from the NYPD to make sure he won’t escape and die in their custody.”
As Quinton mad
