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hours, so he'd sent Nate off to pick up his stuff. As for Quinn's own bag, it was packed and waiting in the Explorer.
    'No question,' Quinn said. 'But whoever did it
    beat her up pretty bad first.' Peter was briefly silent. 'You took care of it?' 'It's handled,' Quinn told him. He'd called a
    disposal guy based in Denver he'd used before. Jills and the Cadillac would disappear within a couple hours. He'd arranged for her cremated remains to be delivered to the Office, but he decided not to share that information with Peter.
    'What about the local police?' 'They don't suspect anything. I'm assuming
    Taggert's sister gave them a false lead on the car.' Peter wasn't biting. 'Good,' was all he said. 'What was Jills doing here? Was she working with
    him, or was she working for you?' 'How should I know?' Peter said, sounding a bit
    too rehearsed. 'So you're saying this wasn't your operation?' 'I never said it was.' Why was Peter trying so hard to sell him? Quinn
    wondered. 'And Taggert wasn't your responsibility?' 'Not our responsibility,' Peter echoed. That cinched it. Peter was lying about something.
    If he wasn't, he wouldn't have even answered Quinn's questions in the first place. There was definitely more going on here than Peter was letting on.
    'I'm heading out now,' Quinn said. 'I'll e-mail you my report tomorrow when I get home.' 'Stay available,' Peter said. 'We might have something else coming up soon.' 'If I've got nothing else going on, we can talk.' Quinn hung up.

Chapter 5
    Peter had always been a pain in the ass. But he did provide Quinn with consistent work, and seldom argued over fees. Since Quinn was planning an early retirement, that was enough. He'd long ago decided steady work at top dollar offset the annoyance factor that came with working for the Office.
    The real problem was Quinn had actually stopped working for anyone else. It wasn't planned, it just kind of happened that way. Whether Peter was aware of the situation or not, Quinn didn't know. It was none of Peter's business, so Quinn never told him. The less Peter knew about Quinn's life, the better.
    The same could also be said about Quinn's knowledge of Peter and the Office. The only thing Quinn knew for sure was that their main headquarters was located somewhere in D.C, nothing more. If pressed he would have guessed the Office to be some secretly funded agency of the U.S. government – maybe NSA, maybe military intelligence. But he wasn't sure. And honestly, he didn't really care.
    That wasn't to say Quinn didn't have standards. He considered himself a patriot, though a jaded one. If he thought for one moment he was doing anything that would harm his country, he'd drop it. So far that hadn't happened with the Office. And until it did, he was content to do his job and take his money.
    His standard rate was 30K a week, U.S., with a two-week minimum whether he worked all fourteen days or not. He averaged one job a month. It meant that, even without bonuses, Quinn was bringing in almost three quarters of a million a year. With bonuses he easily made double that. Not bad work, if you could get it.
    Quinn and Nate left in the Explorer as soon as Nate returned. But instead of heading directly out to the interstate, Quinn turned the SUV toward downtown.
    'I thought you wanted to get out of here,' Nate said.
    'I need to make a couple stops first.'
    As far as Peter was concerned, the Taggert investigation was over. But that wasn't the way Quinn worked. If there were still leads to be followed, he'd track them down. He would never leave a job half done. If Peter didn't want to know about it, so be it.
    Valley Central Hospital was located about a mile from the police station in Allyson. As far as medical centers went, it was small even for the size of area it served. The building was a gray stone structure, only two stories high, and taking up the length of a short city block.
    Quinn parked the Explorer in the sparsely filled visitors' lot. Immediately, Nate