Chapter 37

“You have come a long way,” he said to Quinn.

“Yes,” Quinn replied, looking at him fearfully.

“And you love two—”

Here Quinn shot him a look that said don’t go there

“Places,” Luis continued.

“Oh, for God’s sake,” Mal said. “You could’ve gotten that out of Sportin’ Lifemagazine. Tell us something you couldn’t have read.”

“All right,” Luis said, giving him a hard look. He was a serene man, Quinn thought, but even the calm and centered could be roused to anger by a tormentor like Mal.

“May I have a piece of paper and a pen?” Luis asked.

He scribbled something, folded it and handed it to Quinn.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Quinn said. “It’s the name of the dog I had when I was five—Rory. Now I know I’ve never told any reporters that. Let’s give him a hand.”

And with that, Quinn held up the paper as the guests clapped, tearing it into tiny pieces and thrusting them deep into his pockets before Vienne could snatch any from him.