Chapter 21Quinn’s forearm throbbed in an all too familiar way. The wound bled sluggishly now, as he bandaged Jimmy’s arm in lieu of taking care of his own.
He needed to call all of this in, but it was hard to know who exactly to call in this situation. Definitely not the local cops, and nobody who had heard the shots would call them either. They knew better than to mess with MacGregor business, after all.
Except…shit, he needed to text Charlie.
“Brody? Text Charlie it’ll be a while longer and to wait for us,” Quinn told the apparent f*****g sharp-shooter.
“Sure.” Brody tapped away on an ancient looking Nokia phone.
Quinn glanced at Jimmy’s arm. He was much worse off; Quinn was pretty sure the bullet had grazed the bone as it went through.
“Do you have anything for the pain?” he asked
