Chapter 64

I said, loudly enough for him to hear, “Nurse, have you seen Quinn Mann anywhere? Oh, he’s in this room? Thanks.”

An aide walking by gave me a look and detoured around me, but I ignored her. Another couple of seconds, and I entered the room.

Quinn had himself together. His eyes were a little red, but that could be attributed to the crummy cot he’d no doubt been sleeping on.

“Mann. How is she?”

“Conscious.” He studied my face. “Where have you been, Mark?”

I’d give him the condensed version later. I focused my attention on his mother. “You’ve got a couple of shiners, Mrs. Mann.” I grinned at her. “Real beauts.”

“I imagine I look like a raccoon. What happened?” For someone who’d just regained consciousness, she was surprisingly together.

“What do you remember?”

She looked amused, and that was when I really started believing she would make it. “It always drove your father wild when I did that, Quinton: answered a question with a question. It’s a Sebring trait, you know.”