Amusement slanted Jake’s lips. Even over the cell phone, he could hear the dismay in Quint’s voice. “To Gertie’s place. Or I guess I should be calling it Rebecca’s place. Since it belongs to her now.” As Jake motored his truck down the narrow, two-lane highway he could have counted at least twenty-five fence posts before Quint eventually replied and even then Jake figured the other man was rolling his eyes. “I always did think you’d make a good detective, Jake. Maura’s brother, Brady, could probably find you a good job in the sheriff’s department if you wanted it. You’re better at pulling information from people than a dentist pulls teeth.” Jake chuckled. “I can’t help it. It just falls in my lap.” Quint’s groan could be heard over the telephone connection. “Oh, sure. You’ve probably been harassing the lady all week. How many times have you called her? No. Better than that, how did you get her phone number?” “Quint, I’ve not called her once. I don’t even have her number.”
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