Chapter 58

Just as Quinn completed the arrangements, Rayne sang out, “Got it.” Had she deliberately waited for him to finish his phone calls? She returned to the living room. “Sorry. I don’t cook much.”

She gave me a large plastic bag, the gallon size. I hadn’t cooked much either when I’d been out in the field, but since I’d been promoted to deputy director and then director, I’d stocked up on cookbooks and watched a lot of cooking shows, and now I was a halfway decent cook. Well, I hadn’t poisoned either myself or Quinn yet.

Quinn picked up the map and letter between his thumb and forefinger. I pulled the seal apart, snapped the bag open, and held it for Quinn to slip them in.