Chapter 16
“I can do the steps,” Mark kept insisting on the drive to his friend Theo’s place the next day. He also kept shifting, although he tried his damndest to be unobtrusive about it. The passenger seat of the Jag was back as far as it would go, but it was still cramped for someone with Mark’s long legs. “It’s only two flights.”
“Mark, a bullet went through your leg.”
“So?”
“How are you planning on going up two flights of stairs in addition to the front stoop?” I’d been there a number of times when Mark lived in the attic apartment. The stairs weren’t particularly steep, but they were numerous.
“Quinn, ten years ago I got myself out of South America in one piece, along with what was left of my i***t partner. Two flights of stairs plus a front stoop is nothing. And besides...” He
