Are you for real? Youre not just saying it because
She stopped here, unable to finish the question, looking to her stomach instead.
I swear to you it isnt just that, Ellington said. While Im very excited about raising and potentially scarring a kid with you, its you I want right now.
Yeah, we are going to scar the hell out of this kid, arent we?
Not on purpose. He drew her close and hugged her. He then whispered in her ear and hearing his voice that close to her made her feel comfortable and content all over again. I mean it. Lets do it. Lets elope.
She was nodding in agreement before they broke the hug. When they were face to face again, both of them had little glistening hints of tears in their eyes.
Okay Mackenzie said.
Yeah, okay, he said, a little giddy. He leaned in, kissed her, and then said: So what do we do now? Shit, I guess theres still planning no matter which way we go here.
We need to call the courthouse to book a time, I would think Mackenzie said. And one of us needs to get in touch with McGrath to ask for the time off for the ceremony. Not it!
Damn you, he said with a smile. Fine. Ill call McGrath.
He took out his phone, meaning to do it right there and then, but then pocketed it. Maybe this is a conversation I should have face-to-face with him.
She nodded, her arms trembling a bit as she finished buttoning her shirt. Were going to do this, she thought. Were really going to do this
She was excited and nervous and elated, all of those emotions stirring within her all at once. She responded in the only way she couldby walking back over to him and taking him in her arms. And when they kissed, it only took about three seconds for her to decide that maybe there was time for what he had tried to start moments before.
***The ceremony was two days later, on a Wednesday afternoon. It lasted no more than ten minutes and it ended with them exchanging the rings they had helped one another pick out the day before. It was so easy and carefree that Mackenzie wondered why women put themselves through the hell of all of that planning and scheduling.
Because at least one witness was needed, Mackenzie had invited Agent Yardley to attend. They had never really been friends, but she was a good agent and, therefore, a woman whom Mackenzie trusted. It was in asking Yardley to fill the role that she was once again reminded that she really didnt have any friends. Ellington was the closest thing to it and as far as she was concerned, that was more than enough.
As Mackenzie and Ellington came out of the courtroom and into the main hallway of the building, Yardley gave them her best effort at an encouraging parting speech before heading out quickly.
Mackenzie watched her go, wondering why she was in such a rush. I wont say that was rude or anything like that, Mackenzie said, but it looked like she could not wait to get out of here.
Thats because I spoke with her before the ceremony, Ellington said. I told her to haul ass when we were done.
That was rude. Why?
Because I convinced McGrath to give us until next Monday. I took all the time and stress I would have put into planning a wedding into planning a honeymoon.
What? Are you kidding me right now?
He shook his head. She wrapped him up in a hug, trying to remember a time when she had been this happy. She felt like a little girl who had just gotten everything she wanted for Christmas.
When did you manage to do all of that? she asked.
Mostly on company time, he said with a smile. Now, we have to hurry. We have bags to pack and sex to have. Our plane leaves in four hours for Iceland.
The destination sounded strange at first but then she remembered the bucket list conversation theyd had when she discovered she was pregnant. What were some things she wanted to get done before they brought a child into the world. One of Mackenzies items had been to camp beneath the northern lights.
Yeah, then lets go, she said. Because with the way Im feeling right now and the things I plan to do to you when we get back home, I dont know that were going to make it to the airport on time.
Yes maam, he said, hurrying her toward the door. One question, though.
Whats that?
He grinned at her and asked: Can I call you Mrs. Ellington now?
Her heart nearly leaped as he asked. I suppose you can, she said as they headed out the door, entering the world for the first time as a married couple.
CHAPTER TWO
Murder had not been at all what he had expected. He had thought there would be some degree of what have I done? Maybe a moment of life-defining guilt or a sense that he had somehow altered the entire course of a familys life. But there had been none of that. The only thing he had felt after the murdersafter killing both of his victimswas an overwhelming sense of paranoia.
And, if he was being honest, joy.
Perhaps he had been stupid to go about it so casually. He had been surprised by just how normal it had felt. Hed been terrified about the idea until he actually put his hands to their necksuntil he squeezed down and robbed the life right out of their beautiful bodies. The best part had been watching the light go out in their eyes. It had been unexpectedly eroticthe most vulnerable thing he had ever seen.
The paranoia, though, was worse than he could have ever imagined. He had not been able to sleep for three days after hed killed the first one. He had prepared for such an obstacle after the second, though. A few glasses of red wine and an Ambien directly after the murder and he had slept quite well, actually.
The other thing that was bothering him was how hard it had been to leave the scene of the crime the second time around. The way she had fallen, the way the life had gone out of her eyes in an instantit had made him want to stay there, to stare into those freshly dead eyes to see what secrets might be in there. Hed never felt such a craving before, though to be fair, he would have never dreamed of killing anyone up until about a year or so ago. So apparently, much like taste buds, a persons morals were apt to change from time to time.
He thought about this as he sat in front of his fireplace. His entire house was quiet, so eerily still that he could hear the sound of his fingers moving against the stem of his wine glass. He watched the fire burn and pop as he drank from a glass of dark red wine.
This is your life now, he told himself. You have killed not one but two people. Sure, they were necessary. You had to do it or your life might very well have been over. While neither of those girls technically deserved to die, it was all out of necessity.
He told himself this over and over again. It was one of the reasons the guilt he had been expecting had not yet crippled him. It might also be why there was so much room for that paranoia to creep in and take root.
He was waiting for a knock at his door at any moment, with a police officer standing on the other side. Or maybe a SWAT team, complete with a battering ram. And the hell of it was that he knew he deserved it. He had no illusion about getting away with this. He figured that some day, the truth would be revealed. Thats just the way the world worked now. There was no such thing as privacy, no such thing as living your own life.
So when the time came, he thought hed be able to take whatever justice was dealt to him standing up like a man. The only question that remained was how many more would he have to kill? A small part of him begged him to stop, trying to convince him that his work was done now and that no one else had to die.
But he was pretty certain that was not true.
And worst of all, the prospect of having to go out and do it again stirred an excitement within him that shimmered and burned just like the fire in front of him.
CHAPTER THREE
She was very much aware that it was really only a change of setting that had done it, but sex in the Icelandic wilderness, right under the majestic swirl of the northern lights, was phenomenal. On the first night, when she and Ellington had wrapped up their festivities, Mackenzie slept better than she had in a very long time. She fell asleep happy, physically satisfied, and with the sensation of life growing inside of her.
They woke up the following morning and had very bitter coffee over a small fire at their campsite. They were in the northeastern part of the country, camping about eight miles away from Lake Mývatn, and she felt like they were the only people on the face of the planet.
What would you say about fish for breakfast? Ellington asked her out of the blue.
I think Im okay with the oatmeal and coffee, she said.
The lake is only eight miles away. I can pluck a few fish out and have ourselves a real camping meal.
You fish? she asked, surprised.
I used to do it a lot, he said. He got a faraway look in his eyes, one that she had long since learned meant that whatever he was talking about was a part of his past and likely tied to his first marriage.
This I have to see, she said.
Do I hear skepticism in your voice?
She didnt say another word as she got to her feet and headed over to their rented four-by-four. Fish sounds great, she said.
They piled into the four-by-four and made their way to the lake. Mackenzie enjoyed the open lands and the fjords, the countryside looking at times like something out of a fairytale. It was a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle she was growing accustomed to in DC. She looked over to Ellington as he drove them toward Lake Mývatn. He looked ruggedly handsome, his hair still slightly tousled from a night in the tent. And while they had plans to check into a small motel for the night, mainly just to get showers before returning to camp, she had to admit that there was something alluring about seeing him a little grimy, a little rough around the edges. Seeing him like this somehow made it much easier to fathom the idea of spending the rest of her life with him.
They were at the lake twenty minutes later, Ellington sitting on a rickety old dock with a rented fishing pole in his hands. Mackenzie only watched him, the two of them sharing nothing more than small talk. She was enjoying the moment of seeing him doing something that she had not even thought he would enjoy. It only clued her in to the fact that there was so much more about him that she had to learna sobering thought while looking at the man she had married only two days ago.
When he brought in his first fish, she was very surprised. And by the time he had three on the dock, tossed in a small bucket, she was equally surprised in herself and the fact that she was rather attracted to this side of him. She wondered what other outdoorsy-type activities Ellington was good at that he had been hiding from her.
They rode back to the campsite, the Jeep smelling of the three fish that would be their breakfast. Back at the site, she saw that his fishing expertise stopped at taking them out of the water. He was a little clumsy in scaling and gutting them; although they did end up having some delicious fish over a campfire, it was in ragged, small morsels.
They made plans for the day, plans that included horseback riding, a waterfall tour, and a journey to the small motel outside of Reykjavík to shower and get a proper meal before driving back out through the gorgeous countryside to the campground as night fell. And after eating their breakfast of fresh fish, they carried that plan out step by step.
It was all very dreamlike and, at the same time, a very vivid way to start their life together. There were moments, holding him or kissing him amidst this incredible scenery, that she knew she would remember all throughout her life, perhaps down to her final breaths. She had never felt more content in her life.
They returned to their campsite, where they restoked the campfire. Then, freshly showered and with a good, full meal in their stomachs, they retired to the tent and made a very long night of it.
***With just two days remaining in their honeymoon, they went on a private glacier tour along Icelands Golden Circle. It was the only day of the trip where Mackenzie had been stricken with morning sickness and, as a result, opted out of their chance to go glacier climbing. She watched as Ellington took part, though. She enjoyed watching him tackle the task like an overeager child. It was a side of him she had seen here and there, but never to this extent. It then dawned on her that this was the most time they had ever spent together outside of work. It had been like some sporadic paradise and had opened her eyes to just how much she loved him.
As Ellington and the instructor started their descent down the glacier, Mackenzie felt her cell phone vibrating in her coat pocket. They had turned all sound off as they had gotten on their plane to start the honeymoon but, given their careers, had not allowed themselves to kill the phones completely. To occupy herself while Ellington came down from the glacier, she pulled the phone out and checked it.
When she saw McGraths name on the display, her heart dropped. Shed been on an emotional high these last few days. Seeing his name made her believe that it was going to come to a pretty quick end.
This is Agent White, she said. She then thought: Damnmissed my first chance to refer to myself as Agent Ellington.
Its McGrath. Hows Iceland?
Its nice, she said. And then, not caring that she was being a little too vulnerable with him, corrected herself. Its amazing. Really beautiful.
Well, then, youre going to hate me for calling, Im sure.
He then told her why he was calling, and he was right. When she ended the call, she was quite upset with him.
Her hunch had been correct. Just like that, their honeymoon was over.
CHAPTER FOUR
The transition had been easy enough. The hurrying and rushing for their flight and then having to catch a red-eye back to DC made the magic of their honeymoon slowly dissolve back into the boundaries of real life. Mackenzie was quite pleased to feel some of that magic still existing between them, primarily in realizing that even here, back in the States and surrounded by their jobs, they were still married. Iceland had been magical, sure, but it had not been the only thing bonding them over those few days.
What she had not been expecting was just how prominent her wedding ring felt on her finger as she and Ellington walked into McGraths office just fourteen hours after he had interrupted their honeymoon. She was not so naïve as to feel like it made her a new person, but she did see it as a sign that she had changedthat she was capable of growing. And if that was true in her personal life, then why not her professional life?
Maybe it will start once you tell your superior that youre currently fifteen weeks pregnant, she thought.