章 122: Chapter 122

Mark stared at the boy, and I had to look away so he wouldn’t see my amusement.

“Ronald Reagan said that,” his son informed him.

“Smart kid you’ve got there, Vincent,” Gregor said as he placed a dish of vanilla ice cream drizzled with chocolate syrup and with a cherry nestled in the swirl of whipped cream that topped it in front of the boy.

Joe smiled up at him. “Thank you, str?c.”

“You’re welcome. More wine, Quinn?”

“No, thank you.”

Mark frowned. “Yeah, well, some men are going to tell Murchison that when they pay him a visit. Only they won’t be from the government, and their job will be to make his life miserable.”

Joe seemed to think about that for a minute or so, then nodded. “Okay.” He dug into the sundae.

“When are we going to New York?” I asked Mark.

“Tomorrow.”

Joe’s spoon fell from his fingers. “Daddy.” The lines around his mouth were tight. “Ma said those people were dangerous.”