“I heard what you said. I don’t understand where you’re coming from.”
“General Kirkpatrick saw Quinn yesterday.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“What?”
“Quinn?”
“It’s his name, and don’t tell me you had no idea we were friends.”
“I didn’t.”
“Right. Now you’re making me question whether I spoke too soon when I said you were smart.”
She laughed. “I just thought Quinn was trying to manipulate you for reasons of his own.”
“And what did you think I was doing while Quinn did that?”
“Pretty much the same thing.” She held up her hand when she saw I was going to challenge her. “All right—you’re friends. Continue.”
“Kirkpatrick told Quinn the document was missing and that Drum was on the West Coast tracking it down.”
“Is that where Jon is?” She steepled her fingers together.
“Beats me. All I kn
