Chapter 140

For a moment, Quinn though he saw his chance and tensed, intent on making a try for the gun. A tight grip on his shoulder stopped him, as did Gage’s menacing words. “Don’t even try it or the man in the other room dies painfully.”

At the same moment, River tossed Quinn the phone. It took Quinn only a second, after he caught it, to realize it was Brent’s. “You mother-fucking son of a bitch,” he said, fury and panic lacing his words.

“Better than a man-fucking fag,” River retorted. “Now that we’ve settled the fact Mr. Brent Collins is in there—” he picked up the pistol again, pointing it at the door to the next room, “—I have a proposition for you. Gage picked up a hitchhiker on his way here. A kid he and Den met down in Denver. Sort of reminded them of the queer who caused this.” River tapped the patch over his eye. “And lost me my arm.”