Chapter 72

“How about tomorrow night?” It was a Saturday. “I’ll call later and make reservations.”

“They don’t take reservations. I’ll do that call ahead thing.”

“All right, DB.”

“Thanks, Quinn,” he said again. “You’re a real pal.”

“Brothers, right?”

“Right. And you know what, brother? I’m tired of feeling miserable. Tell me something that will cheer me up.”

“I’m sorry, I’m still on London time,” I said, grateful it was only an hour off Paris time. “I can’t come up with a thing.”

“Shit, I should have asked. Did you have a good time in London?”

“It was... interesting.”

“That’s good.” Fortunately, he didn’t seem to notice how lackluster my response was. “Oh well. I’ll just have to cheer myself up. I suppose it’s too much to hope Vincent’s dead?”

“Excuse me?”

“I said—”

“Vincent is very much alive.”

“Wait, how do you know this?”

“Really, DB?” I made my tone amused. “It’s my job to keep abreast of the whereabouts of other agents.”