Quinn came in carrying a plate piled with sandwiches. “I didn’t know your preference, Ms. Rayne, so I made salami and provolone, bologna and American cheese, and ham and Swiss.”
“Thank you, Mr. Mann. I appreciate it.”
“You’re more than welcome, but as Mark said, you were injured helping us out, and it’s the least we could do.”
“I wasn’t able to get to the store.” She chose a sandwich and took a dainty bite. After chewing and swallowing, she said, “This is good.”
“Thanks. Mark, have one.”
I took the salami and provolone and gave him a ham and Swiss.
“What have you got?” he asked. He bit off a corner.
I pointed to the map. “Rayne found this in the floorboard of the mistress’s bedroom. I’d be concerned about the date, but this looks authentic enough. The less we handle it, the less we’
