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Chapter 12 - And you thought I was gonna let you all breath a sigh of relief, not so! Dramatic inflection aside, please enjoy the next chapter and review if you feel so inclined. Would love to know your thoughts, thank you!

Quinn sat wide eyed the pain increasing in her chest, "I was fine until just now. Is there something I can help you with Agent Kuntsler?"

The FBI agent crossed his arms and scoffed, "You can be a good girl and come quietly. Quinn Duffy, you're under arrest for obstruction of justice and harboring fugitives."

"Bullshit," Brendan yelled standing in Kuntsler's way.

"Oh, don't even get me started on you detective, I'm waitin' for the list of charges for you. I'll have your badge for your involvement," the brown eyed man got in Duffy's face. Both men scowling at each other waiting for the other to back down. The little man at Kuntsler side stood with a mile wide grin on his face.

The door opened to Quinn's room, Dolly walked in with Frank and the handsome DA from eight years ago. Gabriel's appearance hadn't changed, still so dashing in his very stylish suit. Flashing a gleaming smile at Quinn he rounded on the agent, "Special Agent Kuntsler," his voice mocking, "We meet again. As I have explained to you my client has committed no crime. She had no idea where the MacManus brothers were or where they are now. She has been shot in the chest, just woke up from major surgery, she shouldn't be awake let alone going anywhere for questioning," Kuntsler tried to cut him off but the lawyer kept talking making his way to Quinn's bedside, "If your charges are founded she will cooperate after she has recovered, not before. And you will need a warrant. Am I making myself clear Special Agent Kuntsler?"

The stunned man from the FBI shook off the attorney's words, "She was at the scene, one of the brothers carried her out."

"Circumstantial at best, she was kidnapped from the motel Duffy put her at and taken to the house in Maine. She had no idea that the MacManus brothers would be showing up there let alone know she was getting out alive."

"She has a connection, she was involved with Connor, it's in the police report from '98," his voice was getting higher and louder.

Gabriel opened his mouth in rebuttal but Quinn cut him off, "Yes, that is true Agent Kuntsler. However, I was only involved with Connor for less than a year. You can't possibly tell me that the FBI is researching all of the twins' old girlfriends, that would be a very long list," she said poker face in full force.

Kuntsler and the little man with him glared at the red head, "This is not over," he made his way to Quinn, "I will make your life a living hell. I'm gonna get off on watching you and your husband squirm. I will find them Red and when I do the whole house of cards you built will fall down. I'm gonna be there putting the handcuffs on you myself," he smirked a bit looking down the gap in her gown, "Too bad it couldn't be under better circumstances," his lips on her ear making her shiver. He stood made his way to the door, "Johnson," he addressed the little man, "Stay here, keep the poor dear company," voice full of mocking as he leveled his gaze at Quinn, "I will see you again," he slammed the door behind him.

Johnson stayed in the red head's room surrounded by her family, Gabriel and Dolly; the protege grinning from ear to ear. He was about 5'7, thin as a rail with dirty blonde hair that was on the greasy side. His face was reminiscent of a rodent, nose and chin pointed and he had a slight but visible overbite. His cloudy blue eyes magnified by the wire rim glasses and looking right at Quinn.

"There something I can help you with Johnson," the ginger's husband asked abruptly.

"No," his voice was high pitched and it broke just a tad, "Just following orders," standing his ground.

"Well you can follow orders outside this room. She's not under arrest."

The grin on his face got wider, "Have it your way detective," he walked out the door.

"Oh shit,' Quinn sighed obviously creeped out and in a lot of pain. Pushing the button on her pain meds, "What are we gonna do," lips quivering.

"You're doing absolutely nothing but healing," Brendan sat down next to her, stroking her hair, "He's got nothing. If he did he wouldn't throw out those threats."

"He's right Quinn," Gabriel added, "Besides I'm not going to let my favorite client get arrested by such a jackass," he smiled again.

"Wait, client? What happened to the DA gig?"

"Retired after the trial, got hired by a huge firm. I am at your disposal."

Dolly's phone rang,"Yeah, hang on," he looked at Duffy, "I gotta take this," he stepped outside threw a glare at Johnson and found a quiet spot, "It's safe. I'll talk to them but there might be a problem. An FBI agent is gunning for Quinn, probably to bring you out. John Kuntsler, I don't want to know, do what you have to do," he hung up. "You messed with the wrong red head."

"When the fuck is he gonna show," Murphy asked quietly .45 at the ready.

"I don't fuckin' know. Keep your fuckin' mouth shut," Connor whispered harshly at him.

They waited behind the parked black van for the FBI agent to come out. Quinn deserved to move on, not be constantly reminded or haunted by the name of MacManus. The boys were going to make sure of it. It was past ten they had been waiting since eight. He may have been a smug son of a bitch but Kuntsler was thorough. The light emanating from the lone rectangle on the fourth floor finally went out. Connor nodded to Murphy, this had to go off without a hitch. One solitary mistake could mean prison for them, Quinn and the detectives. Connor promised not to let that pretty little girl grow up without parents, he was going to keep it come Hell or high water. Kuntsler walked to his sedan stretching and yawning while he fumbled with his keys. Murphy flanked the trunk of the car while Connor came around the front.

Gun pointed to his back, "What the fuck? I am an FBI age..."

"Shut the fuck up," Connor snapped as Murphy came into view.

"You wanted us, well you fuckin' got us," the darker haired twin growled sights leveled at the man's head.

Quinn's ex grabbed the collar of the cheap shirt pulling Kuntsler close, "That poor girl had nothin' ta do with us. Wrong fuckin' place, wrong fuckin' time."

"B-b-but you c-c-carried her..." his words garbled as his tie was choking him.

"I wasn' gonna leave the girl ta die alone," the Irishman spat out, "Leave her and her family be. Ya fuckin' think about her, come fuckin' near her, ya'll find I won' be so fuckin' nice about it," Connor's voice raw and ragged but menacing, the man from the FBI nodded furiously.

"Sorry didn't get that Kunty," Murph added.

"I'll drop the investigation against her," he said as Connor let him go. Instinct made Kuntsler rub his throat, all the smug bravado left him when he felt the barrel of gun at his back. Looking between the twins, fear the only thing running through his veins.

"See that ya do," Connor said darkly. The twins walked away vanishing into the darkened Boston streets