章節 357: Chapter 357: Quentin

Thursday.

QUENTIN STARED AT THE white, four-door sedan. It had to be twenty years old, but according to the dash, it only had thirty thousand miles on it.

Wesley's directions had brought them to a county road just off the highway. There was a gravel drive that led to an area with two awnings. There were half a dozen vehicles here, from a utility truck and van to a two-seater, flashy sports car. It really made Quentin wonder what kind of gig Wesley was running.

Candi stood, her bag slung over her shoulder and staring at the car. "I wish we didn't have to rely on my brother for this."

"It's good to have people." He felt a pang of guilt.

Quentin had people. The Task Force had always pulled through whenever there was an emergency. He just hadn't wanted to rely on them. Now, he regretted not answering at least one or two of those calls.

"Can we trust him?" she asked.

"About as much as we can trust anyone."

She shook her head. "I just feel like I don't know him."