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down like a T wave on an EKG, forming a hook at the end.
    He carried the instrument over to the Caddy and handed it to Nate. 'Open it,' he said, pointing at the car.
    Nate smiled, then slipped the modified slim jim between the window glass and the weather stripping on the front passenger door. Within thirty seconds, the lock released and Nate opened the door.
    'You're better than before,' Quinn said. 'But you still need work. You've got to be able to get in under five seconds. Any make or model. Otherwise, there's a good chance you're dead.'
    Nate's smile didn't falter. 'But I did do better.'
    Quinn shook his head, a smile briefly touching his lips. 'A little.'
    The inside of the car looked tidy, but not unusually so. Chances were Taggert's assassin was a day-player like Quinn – hired per job, but not part of any bigger picture. If searching the car hadn't been on the killer's to-do list, then it wasn't done. Why waste the effort on something you weren't getting paid for?
    Quinn popped open the glove compartment. Inside he found an unused owner's manual, a maintenance log, a couple of maps, a disposable camera still sealed in a plastic bag, the vehicle registration, a rental agreement – so it wasn't Taggert's personal car – a pair of expensive Ray-Ban sunglasses, and two fully loaded magazines. He left the sunglasses, but stuffed the mags and rental agreement into his pocket.
    Next he checked under the car's front seats, hoping to find a gun that matched the ammo. But there was nothing.
    Nate was still standing outside the Caddy's door. Quinn looked out at him.
    'I'll pop the trunk,' Quinn said. He removed one of the mags from his pocket and held it up. 'We're looking for a gun. A Glock 9mm.'
    'Okay,' Nate said.
    Quinn released the trunk, then began searching the rest of the interior of the Caddy while Nate checked out the back. Quinn had barely begun when he heard Nate's footsteps returning around the side of the car. He looked over as Nate leaned in.
    'What is it?' Quinn asked.
    'You need to see.'
    Quinn was annoyed, but said nothing as he followed his apprentice back to the open trunk. 'She's dead,' Nate said, unnecessarily. Taking up a good portion of the trunk space was
    the body of a woman wrapped generously in silver duct tape. There was none of the smell Quinn would have usually expected, but that was no doubt due to the cold.
    He recognized her almost immediately. Even bound as she was, there was no mistaking her. It was Jills. Helpful Jills, informative Jills, happy Jills. Sometime coworker, sometime acquaintance. Quinn clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
    Now he knew why the arsonist had come back to the house. Taggert hadn't been alone.
    Quinn had no idea if 'Jills' was her first or last name. It wasn't the kind of question you asked someone in this business. It probably wasn't her given name, anyway. Just like Peter wasn't Peter's. Or like Jonathan Quinn wasn't his.
    She was a courier mostly, though Quinn had heard she'd done a little operations work recently. Never on one of his gigs, though.
    Operations was a dangerous life choice. Which was why Quinn liked what he did. No one bothered with the guy who came in after the fact, nosing around a bit, making things pretty for the locals. Quinn's line of work was about as safe as it came in the world of freelance espionage. Not without its hazards, but he was usually able to sleep soundly at night.
    I guess this is why Peter asked if anyone else had died, Quinn thought as he stared down at her. What harm would it have done to tell Quinn that Jills was part of the program?
    One thing was for sure. It looked like Quinn was going to have to do a bit of serious cleaning after all.
    'You're sure it was Jills?' Peter asked.
    It was almost noon. Quinn stood near the window in his motel room at the Holiday Inn, alone. The storm didn't look like it was going to let up soon. He was concerned that the roads back to Denver might close down in the next few