'I won't stop you.'
'It's not you I'm worried about.' Tucker glanced over at Orlando. 'What about her?'
Orlando's face was hard. This was the man who had kidnapped her son. Quinn wasn't sure what she'd do.
'That's the deal, isn't it?' she said.
Her words seemed to satisfy Tucker. 'All right.' He said nothing for a moment, then looked at Quinn. 'He's at the Dorint. Same as you were.'
'Is he okay?' Orlando asked.
'Peachy,' Tucker said.
Orlando grabbed Tucker's arm, stopping him. 'Don't mess with me.'
'He's fine,' Tucker said. He looked at Orlando. 'He's with Durrie. I told him I'd already done enough time with the brat when I brought him here.'
'You son of a bitch.' Orlando forced the words through her clenched teeth.
'Orlando, no,' Quinn said. She was ready to kill Tucker, and for that matter, so was Quinn. But they were still too public. And they had made a deal.
Orlando didn't move. Quinn could see her holding herself on the brink for several seconds before finally easing off.
'You two better get going,' Tucker said. 'I'm sure they won't be there long.'
Chapter 42
On the cab ride to the Dorint, the wound on the back of Quinn's thigh began to feel hot again. He wondered if it was becoming infected, but knew there wasn't much he could do about it at the moment.
'Someday I'm going to kill him,' Orlando said softly, so only Quinn could hear.
He nodded, but said nothing. She didn't have to tell him who she was talking about. He'd seen it in her eyes as Tucker had walked away from them, untouched and arrogant as ever.
When they arrived at the hotel, Quinn went in first, carefully scanning the lobby in case Durrie was there. As he walked up to the reception desk, one of the young ladies standing behind it looked at him and smiled in recognition.
'Mr. Bragg,' she said. 'I didn't realize you were returning. Let me check your reservation.'
'No,' Quinn said. 'I'm actually not staying here.'
'Okay,' she said, a question on her face.
'I'm really just looking for one of your guests. An older man. He has a small child with him. He
lent me a book that I'd like to return to him before I leave the country.' 'An American,' she said. Not a question, but a confirmation of knowledge she already had.
'I believe so.'
'Mr. Quinn,' she said.
Quinn looked at her. 'I'm sorry?'
'Mr. Quinn,' she said again. 'And his son, Garrett.'
The son of a bitch had hijacked Quinn's name. No doubt it had amused Durrie to do so. But it was also brilliant, really. Of all the names in the world, that would have been one of the last ones Quinn would have expected to find here.
'Yes. That's right. Do you know where I can find him?'
She looked down at the computer terminal on the desk in front of her, then typed something on the keyboard. 'According to this, he's checking out today.'
'Has he left already?' Quinn asked.
'No,' she said. 'But we have a car coming for him in fifteen minutes.' 'Perfect. I'll wait by the elevators for him.' Quinn thanked her, then found Orlando tucked
into an alcove near the elevators. He shared the new information with her, then located a house phone. Speaking in German, he had the operator put him through to housekeeping. From there it was simple. He pretended to be a disorganized waiter from room service and within moments he had Durrie's room number.
'I'm going to go up,' Quinn said. 'You wait here in case he's on his way down and I miss him.'
'You've got to be kidding,' she said.
'Five minutes. If I'm not back by then, then you come up.' 'No,' she said. 'You wait here. I go up.' 'That idea sucks, and you know it,' he said. He
could almost feel the anger radiating from her. 'You go up there, you're not going to be able to think straight. Give me a minute to get into position, then call the hotel and ask to be connected to his room.'
After a quick pause, she said, 'Go on. You're wasting time.'
Durrie's suite was one floor above the one Quinn's room had been on. There were fewer doors here. Quinn guessed that the suites here were larger, perhaps two bedrooms. He found Durrie's not far from the elevator, and he listened at the door. The only sound was that of a television.
