“Things in our world are different, Johnny. You’ve got to worry about yourself, no one else.” It was a refrain Durrie had often preached. “There’s no room for anyone else. Others make things messy.” Once again, his old mentor’s message was clear. It was the same sermon Quinn had been hearing in his head since he’d decided to find Jenny. Get the hell out of there and go home. It’s what Durrie would have done. Except for one thing, Quinn thought. Durrie would have never come looking for Jenny in the first place. Of course, that was because Quinn wasn’t like him. He never had been. Quinn actually cared about other people. He felt responsibility. He felt loyalty. None of those were Durrie’s strong points. In fact, Durrie would have undoubtedly said those qualities were incompatible with being a cleaner. When Quinn had been a cop in Phoenix, and had nearly gotten himself killed because he’d nosed around a murder investigation he wasn’t officially involved in, Durrie, seeing potential in the young kid’s abilities, had interceded.
