"He won't hurt me in public, but you can stay somewhere far and watch us," she said.
I nodded, took her hand, and we left for downstairs. When you have a pregnant wife with your first child, you have to be extra careful, no matter what.
We got to the driveway, where Quinn's driver was waiting. He helped her into the Porsche that would take her to the restaurant where she'd meet her ex-boyfriend. They drove off.
Great. Time for my brilliant plan. I called Jake.
"My guy got him... he's in a moving bus, just a few blocks away from the restaurant," he said.
"Good. I'm on my way," I replied and got into my Rover sports car. I sped off to the location.
AT THE RESTAURANT
I was in my car in the parking lot, watching what was about to happen. Jake never fails. Quinn was already at the restaurant. I called Jake.
"Seen the jerk, bro? He's wearing a red shirt, going in now," he said and hung up.
