Chapter 62

Quinn laughed. “Yeah, well that’s a big part of it for sure. But like I said, I didn’t want this. Still don’t.”

“Well, that’s a shame,” Jimmy grunted. “I was going to ask if you wanted to stick around and be my, well, Arthur.”

The sound of a motorcycle filtered through the warehouse then, and Jimmy frowned.

“Shit, give me a sec, I wasn’t expecting them tonight.”

“Yeah, sure.” Quinn waved a hand and tried to look relaxed.

Jimmy got up and went through the door to talk to his guest. Quinn sat in the chair and wondered how to get out of this. He could just go out after Jimmy and make his excuses, but he had a gut feeling that wouldn’t be smart.

So he waited.

After maybe five minutes, Jimmy came back, his cell phone in his hand and looking annoyed.

“Sorry about that,” he said, closed the door behind himself before sitting again.

“One of the Skulls?” Quinn asked, carefully stepping on what he knew to be very thin ice.