“I imagine you’re right.” He handed me a cup of coffee. “You take it black, I believe?”
“Yeah, thanks. I’m kind of surprised Spike didn’t hang around down here.”
“He would have...” Quinn’s youngest uncle chuckled. “… but a script had been messaged here after we left, and he’s looking it over.” He put some cream and sugar in a second cup and stirred. “Quinn?”
“Thank you.” Quinn took the cup and brought it to his mouth. After a sip, he asked, “What are the plans for tomorrow?”
“Cisco has to take Cara Mia to a doctor’s appointment, so Tony and I will be babysitting Sunday.”
“No work?” Quinn asked.
“We’re on hiatus right now. This will give Valentine the opportunity to take the movie if he chooses to. If you don’t mind, Quinn, I thought it might be a good idea for you and perhaps Mark to
