บท 115: Chapter 115

“So that was how she did it.” And I’d have gone along willingly with whatever the fuck she wanted.

“And that’s why you have no memory of it.” Quinn came to me and pulled me into his arms. “It will be okay. We’ll deal with her.”

“Oh, you’re damned right we will.” I freed myself and opened a window just a crack.

“Mark?”

“Come on. It’s time for us to get out of here.”

“Oh shit.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry, I must have—” He pointed toward a small black box beneath Gautier’s desk. A red light was blinking. “It was green before.”

“Don’t worry about it. Take this.” I shoved the folder toward him, grabbed up the one I’d placed on the bitch’s desk, gave him that one too, and urged him out of her office.

“What are we going to do?”

I gave him feral grin. “I want to leave her a little something to contemplate.” I opened a window in Finchley’s office as well.

“Is this a good idea?”