The Collected

CHAPTER 19

Harris paced back and forth acrosshis room.

Despite his outward appearance earlier, his dinner with Quinn disturbed him.

The purpose of the face-to-face meals was to show the men they’d taken that there was no hope. The soldiers, the controlled meal, the relaxed facade of the man in charge-all meant to reinforce that message.

But there was something troubling about Quinn.

While the others had put up stoic fronts, Quinn seemed almost relaxed, like he knew something Harris didn’t.

For the first time, the thought that perhaps they should have just killed Quinn and the ops team crossed his mind, but he quickly pushed it aside.

Damn Quinn!

Instead of getting into the cleaner’s head, it was like the cleaner was starting to get into his. That would never happen.

He poured himself a glass of whiskey.

Fun, remember? It’s going to be fun.

He toasted that thought, and poured himself another.