I didn’t, of course. I stepped away, and Quinn took his mother in his arms. They danced off, their movements so synchronized they could have been Fred and Ginger. It was pure pleasure to watch them.
I turned away from the dance floor, and who should I spy with my little eye but two of my least favorite people: Senator Wexler and DCI Holmes, their heads together.
Now, why was that? I wondered. I’d just wander over and see what I could find out.
* * * *
“I’m out of here,” I told Quinn as we had one last drink. Wexler and Holmes had parted ways before I could get close enough to hear what they were saying, with Holmes actually leaving the ball. So I concentrated on making sure Wexler had a miserable time.
Quinn smiled at me. “If I stay any longer, I’ll turn into a pumpkin.”
“Yes, I’m re
