Chapter 150

“Good thing we’re getting new carpet,” Quinn said, pointing to the bloodstain on the floor when they settled at the dining room table to eat.

Brent grinned. “We’ve been meaning to for ages. Now, with the fire and the…shootout I guess you could call it, we have the perfect excuse.”

“Says the eternal optimist? If that’s the right word.”

Chuckling, Brent replied, “I’m doing my best to be positive. We’re here, we’re alive, and it’s time to put what happened behind us.”

“I agree.” Quinn looked pensive for a moment. “Who knew, when Mrs. Taylor walked into the office—” he paused, calculating, “—almost four weeks ago, that we’d end up catching killers, being shot at and beat up.”

“For damned sure not me,” Brent replied. “If it hadn’t been for your persistence…”

“It took both of us, and you know it.” Quinn leaned in to kiss Brent. “Umm. Maybe I should have ordered the chicken parmesan, too. It tastes good.”

Brent laughed. “Feel free to share mine—with a fork.”