“What?” Natalie asked. “So… guess it’s true. “Sorry,” the pink-haired woman said. “You want them to find out who did this or not?”
“I don’t care,” Quentin said. Take a few hits and go sit in the tub.”
The five men sitting around the table slowly got to their feet, grumbling at each other as they made their way toward the door. A few vehicles were parked in the massive driveway opposite the dock, and a helicopter occupied one of the two spaces on the helipad we were quickly approaching—Chloe had understated just how many people were there. Gramps always kept his study locked tighter than… well… tight.”
I glanced at Erin, and she reached into her bag to produce a small ring of keys and jingle them as she held one between her index finger and thumb. “Who’s that?” she asked. She must have been at least six feet tall, and while her legs had an appropriate thickness to them, they looked slender thanks to how long they were.
