Chapter 17

“Side lot,” Quinn called after them and stuffed a few fries into his mouth as he got out of the booth. He left money—including a big tip—on the table, then followed Charlie and her son out.

She was lingering, waiting for him, and as soon as he caught up, she asked, “You carrying?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Well, once we’re in your car, you’ll put it into the glove box.” Her tone didn’t leave room for argument.

Quinn lifted his hands. “Alright.”

In short order, they were in his car and he put his weapon away.

“Nice Glock,” Lennox quipped from the backseat.

“Shut up,” Charlie snapped.

Quinn didn’t dare to thank Lennox, but the boy was right; it was a nice gun.

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Quinn slowed at one of the entrances to the combined Spruce Creek Schools compound. Everyone from kindergarteners to high schoolers went to school here. There were several buildings, but if you grew up in this town, this was the place you were stuck at for your childhood.