[Quinn 03] - Shadow of Betrayal

Whoa!”

“What is it?” Quinn asked.

“A taxi just pulled in front of me. Trying to get around him, but he’s slowing me down.”

“Do you still have a visual of her car?”

“Yeah, but she’s almost a block and a half ahead of me now … she’s turning! Right.”

Depending on how far they had gone, it was either Rue Ste. Alexandre or Rue de Bleury.

“She’s out of my sight,” Nate said. “Come on, faster, jerk!” The last words meant, no doubt, for the taxi that had gotten in front of him.

“Okay, he’s going straight, I’m taking the turn. Ste. Alexandre.” The pause went on for several seconds. “Ah, shit.”

“What?”

“She’s gone. I … dammit… I lost her.”

“She’s got to be around there somewhere. Maybe she parked along the curb.”

Quinn listened as Nate searched the street, but there was no sign of the woman. Marion Dupuis had gotten away.

“I’m sorry,” Nate said.

“Meet us back at the motel,” Quinn said.

“Give him a break,” Orlando whispered.

Quinn frowned, but knew she was right. Nate had done well under the circumstances.

“You did the best you could,” Quinn said. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll find her some other way.”

“Thanks,” Nate said, a hint of relief in his voice. “See you at the motel.”

The line went dead.

Quinn and Orlando drove in silence for several minutes.

“You’re being too tough on him again,” she said.

Quinn glanced at her, then looked back at the road.

“I mean it,” she said. “He’s doing everything you tell him to.”

Several seconds passed before Quinn said, “I know he is.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

Quinn didn’t answer right away. Instead, he looked out the side window. “I … I’m not sure he’s up to it.”

“You took him to Ireland. He did fine there.”

“He hurt like hell afterward,” Quinn said. “He even limped a little bit when we moved the bodies to the boat.”

“He lost his leg. What do you expect?”

“I expect him to be ready in any kind of situation. I expect him to be able to function at a high level at all times. I expect him to do the job just like someone who still has both legs. It’s a dangerous job, and I’m not going to put him out there if I think he’s going to have problems.”

What he didn’t add, what he was really feeling, was that he was responsible for Nate’s life. And if keeping his apprentice out of the way kept him from getting hurt, then Quinn had to do that. He had no choice.

“You’re just as bad as Durrie,” she said, evoking the name of her former lover and Quinn’s dead mentor.

Quinn whipped his head around, and started to open his mouth, but stopped himself. Why couldn’t she understand what he was going through? Why couldn’t she figure it out?

He spotted a Boni-Soir convenience store ahead. “Pull over there,” he said, pointing.

“What are you? Hungry?”

“Just pull over.”

She did as he asked.

“I’ll be right back,” he said.

He got out of the car and entered the store. Knowing the clerk would be more open to talking to him if Quinn bought something, he picked up a couple of bottles of water and a box of crackers, then headed to the counter.

“Six twenty-seven,” the man at the register said.

As Quinn was pulling out some money, he said, “You don’t happen to have a phone book I can look at, do you?”

“Pay phone in back,” the man said. “It’s got a book.”

The phone book was missing several pages, but the one he was looking for was still there. After he found what he wanted, he returned to the car, and handed Orlando a bottle of water.