The inevitable conversation finally comes between Hank and Quinn.
I found myself sitting on my bed. "Son of a bitch, I don't want to do this," I groaned, hitting it. "It has to be done though, we can't hold off on it forever. Damn, I'm already feeling like I'm in a sauna," I moaned, rubbing my forehead. I peeked at my closed door. "What could be taking him so long? I told him six, but it is twenty after already," I bitched, prior to looking away from it. ...Read On