It wasn’t until he’d put away his computer that he remembered there was one other thing he had neglected to include in the report, the silver-colored bracelet Nate had found at the house. At first Quinn thought it had meant nothing, but in light of finding Jills, maybe he’d been wrong.
CHAPTER 6
Quinn and Nate separated at LAX, Quinn telling his apprentice to meet him at his house in a couple hours to go over everything. Before that, Quinn wanted to have a nice quiet dinner alone.
He picked up his car, a black BMW M3 convertible, from the VIP lot he had parked it in before he’d left on his vacation. The drive across town took a little longer than he’d planned, but soon enough he arrived at the Taste of Siam restaurant on Sunset Boulevard in Hollywood. It wasn’t the most popular Thai restaurant in L.A., nor the biggest, but it was Quinn’s favorite. His usual table was open when he arrived, so he took a seat and ordered pad kee mao with chicken, choosing as always to wash it down with a Singha beer.
Occasionally, one of the waitresses would stop by to say hello. They would smile and say how good it was to see him again, or ask him why he’d waited so long to come back. And each time he’d thank them and say he’d been out of town, then promise not to be gone so long again.
A couple of years earlier, he’d done a favor for one of the girls who worked there. Somehow she’d picked up an “admirer” who convinced himself that she felt the same for him. He took to stalking her, day and night. Once she’d come home to find the man in her kitchen making her dinner. When Quinn heard about what was happening, he had a conversation with the guy and convinced him there were better things to do with his time. There had been no more problems after that.
Though the waitress he’d helped had eventually moved back to Thailand, the rest of the staff hadn’t forgotten what Quinn had done. Now they were always glad to see him, and he never had to pay for a meal. That was one of Durrie’s rules he had consciously broken. “Never use your training to help someone on the outside.” The “outside” being anyone not in the business or directly related to a job. Durrie’s theory was that if you did, you could expose a weakness an adversary could exploit.
With that in mind, Taste of Siam was a perk Quinn tried not to take advantage of too often. But it was hard to stay away. The food was always good, and the waitresses were very easy on the eyes.
While he waited for his food, Quinn reached into his pocket and pulled out the bracelet Nate had found in Colorado. As he had noted before, it was basically a ring of metal squares joined together by small, thin, wire hoops that gave the bracelet flexibility. Each square had a different pattern etched on its surface. Now that he had time for a closer look, the designs reminded him of family crests. None, though, were familiar to him. The squares were thick, too, maybe an eighth of an inch from top to bottom, maybe more.
At first he thought they were all solid, but on the one next to the hasp he detected a faint line running along the bottom edge. Plated? he wondered. Before he could investigate further, his food arrived. He put the bracelet back in his pocket to study later.
As usual, the food was just what he needed. When he asked for the check, he received a smile and the standard “No charge.” He laid a twenty down on the table as a tip, then left.
Quinn’s job afforded him the ability to live anywhere in the world. And after careful consideration, he had chosen Los Angeles. The location was optimal. Via LAX, he could get almost anywhere in a hurry, essential for his professional life. Then there was the weather. Warm, low humidity. Few bugs. And no snow. Essential for his personal life.
He’d been born in Warroad, Minnesota, a small town on the edge of the Lake of the Woods, a stone’s throw from the Canadian border. A couple thousand people on a good day, competing with the heat and mosquitoes in the summer and the cold and snow in the winter. And nearly every one of them counting their blessings that they didn’t have to live in the big city.
Everyone, that was, except Quinn. As soon as he could get out, he was gone. California was his home now.
His house in the Hollywood Hills was on a quiet, winding street, high above the chaos of the L.A. basin. It sat on a half acre of downward-sloping land, and was surrounded by a tall stone wall complete with a steel security gate across the driveway entrance. As he drove up, he noticed Nate standing off to the side, waiting.
That was one thing Nate had going for him, he was never late. Overeager, a little raw, but never late.
Quinn hit the remote button mounted under his dash and waited while the gate rolled aside. As soon as there was enough room, he drove in. He glanced in his rearview mirror to make sure Nate had walked in behind him, then hit the remote again to close the gate.
Quinn got out of his car, then pulled his suitcase out of the trunk. “Here,” he said. “Carry this.” He handed the suitcase to Nate, then walked past him and up the steps to the front door.
As he unlocked it and pushed it open, he asked Nate, “Thirsty?”
“Sure,” Nate said.
“Did you eat?”
Nate shook his head. “Just dropped my bag off at my place. Had an errand to run.”
“There might be a can of soup in the cupboard. If not, you’re out of luck.”
Quinn stepped across the threshold and stopped at the security panel just inside the doorway. He pressed the pad of his left thumb against the touch-screen monitor, then punched in his release code. He and Nate were the only ones the system would recognize.
A moment later he was greeted with a double beep telling him the system was now on standby. Nate followed him into the house.
Quinn scrolled through a series of menus and reports, checking on the security status of his house. When he was satisfied that all was well, he switched the system to House Occupied. Number of people present: Two. This allowed the system to remain in an active mode while still accounting for his and Nate’s presence.
“So, did you enjoy your Thai food?” Nate asked.
“Thought you said you had an errand?”
“I did.”
“You decided you’d try following me, didn’t you?” Quinn asked.
“Just trying to get in a little practice,” Nate said, barely able to contain a smug smile. “At first I thought you’d made me. You definitely didn’t take the most direct route. But then you gave up, and I realized you hadn’t seen me after all.”
There was triumph in Nate’s voice.
“What’s the one thing I’ve told you about following someone in a large city?”
A bit of Nate’s smile disappeared. “That it’s easy to do. Too many cars. Hard to be spotted.”
“Especially at night, right?”
“Right.”
“So how much skill would it have taken to follow me around?”
Nate shrugged. “Not a lot, I guess.”
“And how skillful would I have to be to have spotted you?”
“You’d have to be the best,” Nate conceded.
“Try following me at three in the morning if you want me to see how good you are.” Quinn paused. “Besides, tonight you were always at least three cars behind me. A dark blue Nissan Ultima.”
Nate stared at him.
“Arizona plates. I can give you the number if you’d like.” Now it was Quinn’s turn to smile. “How about a drink?”
Nate continued to gape. “You knew I was there the whole time?”
“Try to keep up with the conversation, all right? What do you want to drink?”
“Eh…Scotch and soda?”
Quinn eyed him curiously. “That’s an old man drink. Since when do you have those?”