“We’ll see about that,” he called after her.
Her editor had a big grin on his face from their exchange, and he scratched the back of his head. “Have you gotten settled in yet?”
“I drove straight here. I wanted to get right to work since things escalated today,” he explained.
“Have you eaten? I was about to order myself some lunch, and we can go over some parameters you feel need to be followed. I’d like to help you out where I can, if necessary since I’m ordering Quinn to have your services against her wishes.”
“She’ll come around,” Grimm said. “I ate on the road. But I’ll be happy to discuss things with you while I keep an eye on her.”
“Yes, you can do that. Come to my office. You’ll still be able to see her from there. She’s not going anywhere because she doesn’t have a car since the incident this morning,” Sheraton said.
“I heard. Any leads from the police?”
“What do you think?” the editor tossed over his shoulder. “The two patrol cops were thorough, but I don’t believe it will go much further if the higher-ups have much to say about it.”
“I figured as much from what I was told. Other than the brick through her car windshield and the death threat, have there been any other threats?” Grimm asked.
“None. And maybe we’re jumping the gun, but I trust Logan’s opinion.”
Grimm nodded. “My boss, Kenneally, does too, or he wouldn’t have sent me.”
“I guess the biggest thing is we have to keep her safe,” Sheraton said.
“Agreed, but if she doesn’t want us doing so, it’s going to make it harder than necessary. You know her best from working together. How can we get through to her to make her see the reason? If the threat she received today isn’t enough or the chance that she could end up like Martin or Randall won’t do it, what will?”
“I threatened to take her off the story if she didn’t cooperate, but even that may not be enough,” the man said. “She’s independent, been taking care of herself for far too long. Her grandmother instilled that into her.”
“Did she raise her?” Grimm asked.
“From the time she was twelve. Her parents were killed during an overseas trip. Her father worked for the State Department, and he took her mother with him for an extended trip to in the Middle East for a tour of Jerusalem. But while they were in Tel Aviv their hotel was bombed.”
“Shit. That must have been horrible for her.”
“She doesn’t talk about it much. It was a long time ago. Her grandfather died the year before, so it was just her and her grandmother in that big house on Whistler Lane. I think Josie welcomed Quinn as much as she needed her during those years.”
“Sounds like you knew her grandmother well,” Grimm said.
“My parents moved next door after I went off to college. I got to know the Moynahans a little when I came back to visit. I did her yard work before I found steady employment as a reporter at the Observer back in the day. I kept in touch with Josie even after my parents moved across town to a retirement community before she eventually passed. You can say I’ve known Quinn for many years now.”
“Sounds like it. This goes back to the point I was making that you know her best. I stand corrected, not from just working together, but from living in this town near one another. You must have the best insight into getting her to agree to allow me to provide her protection.”
Sheraton nodded. “I think I have a solution that will work out even better than having her agree to anything. Have you gotten a place to stay while in town yet?”
“No. Like I said I came straight here. I thought I’d look into lodging once I met up with Quinn.”
“Excellent.”
The editor picked up the phone and dialed a few numbers. “Quinn, come to my office, please. Yes. Now. I need to speak with you about a matter. It won’t take long, and you can go back to your lunch.”
He hung up the phone and smiled.
Quinn appeared in the doorway a few seconds later. “Yeah?”
“Are you still trying to get the insurance company to call you back about getting a rental car?” Sheraton asked.
“I am.”
“And you still have that guest room at the carriage house?” he said.
