He hung up the phone and lay back, closing his eyes. “That feels good. Thank you.”
“Take the aspirin.” She handed him three pills and a glass of water. He took the pills. “What’s this cabin on Louise Lynn Lake?”
“It’s a nice lake in Maryland where Quinlan’s parents have a small home. You and I are driving there tomorrow. Rent us a nice big comfortable car, Sherlock. I’d like to get out of here early tomorrow morning.”
“The wounded animal going to his lair?”
“That’s about it. Quinlan’s lair. I need to get one for myself. Damn, that hurts, but it’s not serious.” He opened his eyes and looked at her standing beside the bed, her legs spread, her hands on her hips. She didn’t look happy.
“You look pretty bad. I saw you limping. You sprain your ankle?”
He tried to grin at her, but it hurt. “Just a minor sprain. No big deal. Hey, I didn’t hurt my pretty face, did I?”
“Yes, a bit. Just lie there and I’ll clean you up. Are all your teeth still in there?”
“Teeth are fine.” He watched her walk to the bathroom. She was stiff, holding on to her control. He was grateful for that. He’d already had a strip taken off him. He didn’t need her to take off another one. He heard the water running. She would bring him a cold compress for his aching head. The ice sure felt good over his ribs.
She was taking this well. He sighed with relief and closed his eyes again. After she cleaned off his face and wrapped ice in a towel around his ankle, she just stood there, looking down at him. “I hope you know what you’re doing. If you don’t, I’m going to hurt you.”
He gave her a big smile. He slept until two o’clock in the morning. She was there with three more aspirin.
At six o’clock A.M. they’d checked out of the hotel and were on the road fifteen minutes later in a good-sized Ford. Savich’s seat was tilted back as far as it would go. His eyes were closed. He looked bruised, wrung out. Lacey gave him a long look before turning off onto 1-95 South. It would take them a good six to eight hours to get to Maryland. At least they had a full bottle of aspirin and blankets.
Louise Lynn Lake was in southern Maryland. It took them nine hours to get there. Lacey was so wired from all the coffee she’d drunk, she couldn’t keep still. She was tapping her foot on the accelerator, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel. She was too nervous to listen to music or talk radio. “You’re feeling all right, Dillon? You promise?”
“Yes. Stop worrying. You want me to drive?”
She gave him a look. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the seat. Thirty minutes later, he was tapping his own fingers and looking for landmarks. He said, “Turn here. Yes, this is it. Just around this bend. We’re here. You did really well, Sherlock. Nice place, huh?”
“There’s someone already here,” she said. “Damn, we’ll just have to keep going. I don’t want to take any chances, not with you in such bad shape. If there’s more than two of them, I might not be able to protect you.”
He arched a black eyebrow at that. “I could maybe take on one, Sherlock, if he was a little guy.”
“No, we’ll keep going. I’ll drop you off at a motel and then come back and check things out.”
“No, wait, Sherlock, it’s Quinlan.”
She watched James Quinlan come loping toward the car. She rolled down the window, giving him a big smile.
“Thank God it’s you. We’ve had enough bad guys for a while.”
“Nope, I’m a hero, just ask my wife. Hey, Savich looks like he lost the fight, Sherlock. Did he get fresh with you? Did you have to pound him?”
“No, he was hit by a car. I’ll smash him when he’s feeling better. No doctors. He’s a fool. Help me get him inside.”
Sally Quinlan met them at the door. Behind her was a black