Forty-eight:
Quentin Thayer
“Are you sure about this?” Angeline asked. “Perhaps you shouldn’t get involved.”
“I have to,” he answered, as he started to walk from the cabin, they were staying in. “Everyone thinks that I’m here because I’m investigating Tom Corbin’s murder. If I don’t go talk with Deacon, they’ll get suspicious.”
Angeline’s eyes blazed with fury. “But this makes our stay here longer. Our stay is not supposed to be long. We’re supposed to kill Ellery, and then get out of here. We’re not supposed to be worrying about little side quests. This is not a role play. This is serious.”
Quentin rolled his eyes. “You don’t think that I don’t know that? I’m a Thayer. Things are always serious.”
Angeline’s stomach was in knots. “But if the King finds out….”
Quentin shot her
