I’m going to walk back to the bar. Let’s see what she does.”
Quinn stood up, his phone still held against his ear. He smiled as if the person on the other end had said something amusing.
“Perhaps next time I’m in town,” he said, his voice loud enough for the woman to hear.
“I don’t have to play this game, too, do I?” Nate asked. “She can’t hear me.”
Quinn began walking across the carpet. “It’d be a big help to me,” he said.
“I’m sure it would.… Wait, she just looked at you.”
“I appreciate that. For how long do you think?”
“Long enough for me to see that she’s interested in you.”
Quinn left the carpet and stepped onto the marble tile. He held his position for a moment, pretending to listen.
“And now?” he asked.
Nate said, “She just sneaked a second peek … now she’s looking toward reception.”
“Glad to hear it.”
Quinn turned to his right and quickly moved up a short set of steps and into a hallway that cut along the eastern edge of the elevators and back to the bar where he was supposed to meet Wills. Within seconds, the lobby was out of sight.
“What’s she doing?” Quinn asked, all pretense gone.
“She’s still looking at the … hold on … She glanced back at where you were.… Okay, she’s looking around. Not hiding the fact, either.”
Quinn had a choice at the end of the hallway: either continue straight and enter the bar, or go left along another hallway directly behind the elevators. Along this new hallway were a set of public restrooms and several shops. Quinn turned left, heading for the men’s room.
“She’s on the move,” Nate said.
“Heading my way?”
“She doesn’t seem quite sure where she wants to go. She started toward reception, then stopped.… Walking toward the elevators now.”
Quinn stepped into the bathroom. It was a large facility with several stalls. A quick check revealed he was the only one present.
“If she comes anywhere near you, snap a photo,” Quinn said.
“Already got two, but profile only. If I can get something better, I will.”
“Position?”
“She’s stopped at the bottom of the steps.… Interesting. Our friend with the paper is also keeping tabs on her.”
Wills’s man had probably spotted her before Quinn and Nate had arrived. He would no doubt be curious why the woman was interested in the guy his boss was supposed to meet.
“What’s he doing?” Quinn asked.
“Just watching … Okay, the woman’s coming your way … up the steps … and … there … she … goes. I can’t see her anymore.”
“All right. Find a room we can use, then text me the number.”
“What’s the plan?”
“Stow and go,” Quinn said.
QUINN DONNED A PAIR OF THIN, TRANSPARENT gloves, then silently counted down from twenty. When he hit zero, he stepped out of the restroom.
The woman was ten feet away, heading toward the shops, her back to him. He walked up behind her, not hiding the sound of his steps. When she turned, her eyes went wide.
There was no question now. She’d definitely been looking for him.
“Hi,” he said.
She turned her head and started walking away.
Quinn reached out and grabbed her shoulder. “Hold on.”
“Please, leave me alone,” she said, not even looking back. Her accent was British.
“Sorry. Not an option.”
“I’ll scream.”
“And I’ll kill you where you’re standing.”
He could feel her tense under his palm. “What do you want?” she asked.
He turned her around to face him. “I believe you’re the one looking for me. So what do you want?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I need to—”
She tried to push past him, but he stopped her.
“I wouldn’t do that.” He let his hand hover near the opening of his jacket. Sometimes the threat of a gun was all it took.
For several seconds she didn’t move, then a barely perceptible nod.
“Great. We shouldn’t have any problems.”
Quinn’s phone
Quinn stood up, his phone still held against his ear. He smiled as if the person on the other end had said something amusing.
“Perhaps next time I’m in town,” he said, his voice loud enough for the woman to hear.
“I don’t have to play this game, too, do I?” Nate asked. “She can’t hear me.”
Quinn began walking across the carpet. “It’d be a big help to me,” he said.
“I’m sure it would.… Wait, she just looked at you.”
“I appreciate that. For how long do you think?”
“Long enough for me to see that she’s interested in you.”
Quinn left the carpet and stepped onto the marble tile. He held his position for a moment, pretending to listen.
“And now?” he asked.
Nate said, “She just sneaked a second peek … now she’s looking toward reception.”
“Glad to hear it.”
Quinn turned to his right and quickly moved up a short set of steps and into a hallway that cut along the eastern edge of the elevators and back to the bar where he was supposed to meet Wills. Within seconds, the lobby was out of sight.
“What’s she doing?” Quinn asked, all pretense gone.
“She’s still looking at the … hold on … She glanced back at where you were.… Okay, she’s looking around. Not hiding the fact, either.”
Quinn had a choice at the end of the hallway: either continue straight and enter the bar, or go left along another hallway directly behind the elevators. Along this new hallway were a set of public restrooms and several shops. Quinn turned left, heading for the men’s room.
“She’s on the move,” Nate said.
“Heading my way?”
“She doesn’t seem quite sure where she wants to go. She started toward reception, then stopped.… Walking toward the elevators now.”
Quinn stepped into the bathroom. It was a large facility with several stalls. A quick check revealed he was the only one present.
“If she comes anywhere near you, snap a photo,” Quinn said.
“Already got two, but profile only. If I can get something better, I will.”
“Position?”
“She’s stopped at the bottom of the steps.… Interesting. Our friend with the paper is also keeping tabs on her.”
Wills’s man had probably spotted her before Quinn and Nate had arrived. He would no doubt be curious why the woman was interested in the guy his boss was supposed to meet.
“What’s he doing?” Quinn asked.
“Just watching … Okay, the woman’s coming your way … up the steps … and … there … she … goes. I can’t see her anymore.”
“All right. Find a room we can use, then text me the number.”
“What’s the plan?”
“Stow and go,” Quinn said.
QUINN DONNED A PAIR OF THIN, TRANSPARENT gloves, then silently counted down from twenty. When he hit zero, he stepped out of the restroom.
The woman was ten feet away, heading toward the shops, her back to him. He walked up behind her, not hiding the sound of his steps. When she turned, her eyes went wide.
There was no question now. She’d definitely been looking for him.
“Hi,” he said.
She turned her head and started walking away.
Quinn reached out and grabbed her shoulder. “Hold on.”
“Please, leave me alone,” she said, not even looking back. Her accent was British.
“Sorry. Not an option.”
“I’ll scream.”
“And I’ll kill you where you’re standing.”
He could feel her tense under his palm. “What do you want?” she asked.
He turned her around to face him. “I believe you’re the one looking for me. So what do you want?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I need to—”
She tried to push past him, but he stopped her.
“I wouldn’t do that.” He let his hand hover near the opening of his jacket. Sometimes the threat of a gun was all it took.
For several seconds she didn’t move, then a barely perceptible nod.
“Great. We shouldn’t have any problems.”
Quinn’s phone
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