Quinn picked up the brush hed set down and began to toy with it. Funny you should mention it. A few years ago, when I met her for lunch, I brought her a gift like that. I saw them in a store in Sioux Falls and bought two.
Wests heart skipped a beat. He jammed his hands into the pockets of his Dockers.
Does she still have it?
She leaned her elbows on the table and looked at him in the mirror. Why are you asking about the compact? And Demi? Does this have to do with her disappearance?
West knew he had to tread lightly. Offer information, but no details. Maybe. It could be a clue to where she went.
I dont know. I wasnt in the habit of checking her purse. Quinns voice was sharp.
He pressed on, because he suspected the gold compact now was definitely a sign that Demi had been in the abandoned building. Maybe shed dropped it while mixing the chemicals to blow up the place, cover her tracks before she went to her next destination.
What does your compact look like? Was it like hers?
Her full mouth flattened. West, why all these questions?
He squatted down by the table and took her hand into his, brushing a kiss against her knuckles. We need to find her, Quinn. But I promise you this, when we find her, I will let you know.
She blinked rapidly, moisture filling her lovely brown eyes. I wish we had been closer. I really do. Im so worried about her.
He held her tight, stroking her back in circles. West hated seeing her this upset. Hated that he was the one making her cry, because he had to ask all these questions. It was his job, and he had no choice.
Not that he could tell her that.
What does your compact look like? If its like hers, I might be able to track her down. He wiped away a stray tear. Dont tell your brothers. This is something Im working on my own.
To find Demi?
At his nod, she swiped a hand over her eyes. He didnt like the frown denting her brows, and the suspicious look she gave him. Not because shes my sister and you know how worried I am about her. Because shes a suspect.
He blew out a breath. She is a suspect, Quinn. The sooner we can find, and question her...
The sooner you can arrest her.
West clenched his hands. The sooner shell be safe. Now, will you help me?
Quinn bit her lower lip. All right. Ill tell you whatever you need to know, as long as it will help Demi.
Is your gold compact like hers?
Not exactly. She frowned, and toyed with the brush again. Actually, now I remember. Hers wasnt gold. It was silver, with her initials on it. And round. I got a round one for her to engrave her initials on it.
Damn.
Mine was heart shaped.
West went still. A chill raced down his spine. What exactly does it look like?
His heart dropped to his already-churning stomach at her next words.
Its gold. With a butterfly emblem on the front.
Chapter 3
How the hell had his fiancées compact ended up in a blown-up building? Quinn acted as surprised as everyone else to learn about the explosion. And worried, too. Could she possibly have been in the buildinghelping her sister set up explosives? Come on.
He couldnt risk sharing details with the RRPD just yet. The following morning, he drove east to meet with his supervisor. Special Agent in Charge Mikayla Mike Ryan ran the satellite office near Sioux Falls. She had worked with him in the field for the three years since West had moved to South Dakota.
Before meeting Quinn, hed had the itch to move again.
The diner where hed chosen to meet Mike was off the main grid, a small, but clean greasy spoon between Sioux Falls and Red Ridge. With her mousy brown hair, glasses, petite and trim figure clad in a blue pantsuit, Mike looked more like an accountant than a woman who knew how to take down bad guys. She was already there in a quiet back booth by the large picture window, sipping coffee and digging into a big plate of fried eggs and crispy bacon. His nostrils twitched with appreciation. Since dating Quinn, he hadnt eaten anything unhealthy, but his taste buds sure did remember those days.
West slid into the booth across from her.
Mike glanced up from her forkful of eggs. You look like hell, West.
Nice to see you, too.
Beneath the table, he handed off the brown paper bag containing the bagged evidence of the gold compact, along with a plastic bag with a few strands of Quinns hair taken from her brush last night. Mike tucked it into the tote bag sitting on the seat beside her.
He signaled for the waitress and ordered black coffee. Stomach too tense to even try food, he watched his boss eat as if it were her last meal. Mike amused the hell out of him. How she stayed so thin while eating artery-hardening grease was a mystery. She was sometimes too sarcastic and loud, but a hell of a good field agent and manager.
West sipped his coffee and waited. Mike wasnt the type to rush headfirst into conversation. She liked to give the agents a chance to collect their thoughts, assess the situation.
And then hammer them. Hed already filled her in on the explosion and the investigation.
Anything on the RRPD? she asked, wiping her mouth with a paper napkin.
Same question she asked yesterday. Mike was like a dog, worrying the same topic to death.
Nothing so far. West stared out the window of the diner. I cant get a bead on the Coltons. Theyre good at their jobs, and keep to themselves.
Like you. Mike stirred more cream into her coffee. Anything else I should know?
Guilt flickered through him. Yeah, Im engaged and in love with the sister of the suspect. But you dont need to nose around my personal life.
He clenched and unclenched his fists. I need you to run the evidence for DNA and match against the hair sample Ive provided.
Mike didnt even blink. Victim of the blast? She leaned forward, her green eyes sharp behind the glasses. Or personal acquaintance, of the female variety?
West cringed inside. What makes you say that?
You look like you havent slept all night, and what sleep you did get was in your clothing. You want me to process this separately from the routine investigation the RRPD is already conducting, so its got to be connected to the Coltons or a Colton, and...
He waited.
You have a love bite on the right side of your neck.
Inwardly, West cursed, and slapped a hand over the telltale mark. Knew he should have worn a collared shirt, but hed been in a rush.
And you shaved off your beard. You never shave your beard. So it has to be a woman.
West rubbed a knuckle against his cheek. My personal life is none of your damn business.
Mikes gaze narrowed. It is if your personal life interferes with the job, West. Youre a good operator. I asked for you on my team because thats how good you are. Youre focused and private and thats fine. But dont let a woman get in the way of finding Demi Colton. Id hate to see you trash your career over good sex.
Great sex. He locked gazes with her, and flattened his palms on the table.
Her mouth curled into a smile, and then she gave a short, grudging laugh. Im glad someones getting something. Fine. Do whatever you must do. But do your job, as well. And dont hold anything back from me.
Her mouth curled into a smile, and then she gave a short, grudging laugh. Im glad someones getting something. Fine. Do whatever you must do. But do your job, as well. And dont hold anything back from me.
Mike was not his father confessor. Youre on a need-to-know basis. Thats how we set up this op. So when you need to know, Ill tell you. For now, know this. Whoever blew up that hardware store probably is the same person who stole the fifty-five-gallon drum of peroxide from the chemical warehouse in Sioux Falls. This could have been a test for something bigger, with massive human casualties.
Now hed succeeded in diverting her attention away from his face and neck. Mike glanced at the bag in her tote. Another TATP bomb? Demi Colton trying to create a distraction, or blow up a whole damn wedding, groom and bride this time?
I dont know. My gut says whoever did this, the hardware store was a test run, to see how volatile the explosives were and how much was needed for the real thing. If it was Demi Colton, shes gone beyond shooting grooms. He took his notepad out of his back pocket where hed scribbled details about Quinns sister and what he had learned about her.
Quinn hadnt been close to her half sister. Shed told him as much. But that had been growing up. Giving Demi the gift of the mirrored compact told him Quinn reached out, tried to forge a bond with her sibling.
Have you gotten anything out of the Colton brothers?
Not yet. Theyre closemouthed and havent said much to me.
What about Quinn Colton? Has she said anything at all about her sister?
He hadnt been a smooth operator all these years to give away answers with his facial expression. West thumbed through the notebook. Shes worried sick about her sister and the baby. She also thinks its possible that Demi could be the Groom Killer. If Quinn was in touch with her sister, she would coax her into surrendering to authorities.
I hope.
Had Quinn helped Demi hide in the abandoned building, giving her food and water, and then theyd blown up the building to hide evidence? Too far-fetched, but why the hell was his fiancées compact in the rubble? He had no answers, only questions.
West shoved his notebook back into his pocket and glanced at his watch. He had enough time to grab lunch, and a few necessities, before arriving for the afternoon shift. The chief had granted him a half day after hed worked the crime scene a full fourteen hours yesterday.
Got to go. Call me as soon as you get a hit on that evidence. West slid out of the booth.
Mike nodded. And you check in every other day now instead of once a week. I dont like this development, West. Or being left in the dark. You know what I do when Im in the dark.
No worries. Will do.
As he headed out of the diner, he knew the intent behind his bosss words. Mike wouldnt be satisfied with the meager information hed given her. If she felt he was holding out, she would yank him off the case and replace his sorry ass. Or worse, go undercover herself to team up with him. In working close with him, shed be certain to find out about his relationship with Quinn.
He could only hope he had answers to give her soon, before that happened.
* * *
Vegan meals were easy for Quinn to make. The hard part was the delivery, and the finicky clientTia Linwicki.
Tia, who owned her own real estate agency on the edge of downtown, was very fussy about her meals. She had sent Quinn a specific list of foods to prepare. If the food was too hot, she complained. If it was too cold, she complained.
But she paid cash each day and didnt mind the surcharge Quinn put on there for the special delivery fee.
Or, as Quinn privately put it, The Bitch Fee.
This morning shed made Tia a special vegan garlic pasta with roasted tomatoes. The smells had been so enticing, they even made Quinns mouth water.
Then she slid the pasta into a special heated dish, covered it with the insulated food carrier and left her store.
Tia worked a good distance from her, but it was such a nice day, Quinn decided to walk. The insulated container would keep the pasta at the proper temperature and cool it slightly by the time she reached Tias office. If she drove, her client would complain the food was too hot to eat right away.
Humming, she walked past the stores, her practiced eye noting the lack of customers out on such a pretty, sunny day. Normally downtown was bustling with tourists. Not now.
Her business wasnt the only one suffering.
The heels of her flat-soled shoes clicked on the pavement as she walked. At the corner drugstore, she saw West coming out, a paper bag in hand. Her heart beat faster.
Quinn nodded at him. Afternoon, Agent Brand.
Miss Colton, a pleasure to see you, he murmured, tapping his index finger to his lips. His eyes sparkled as he held up the bag.
Oh yeah, she knew why he had been in there. Condoms.
She continued walking, unable to keep the silly smile from her face. The finger-to-the-lips gesture was their secret code for he planned to spend the night with her. Oh yeah, great sex on the horizon always chased away gloomy thoughts.
Her smile fled. Condoms for tonight, but theyd been reckless recently. She might even be pregnant now. If so, Wests choice about kids would be removed. Well, that was a worry for later.
The early-pregnancy test kit shed bought still sat in the bathroom. Soon as she returned home, shed screw up the nerve to take it.
Later, shed also worry about all the questions West had peppered her with over Demi. She was happy hed finally opened up about his family, and sensed it was a deeply sore subject, but she wanted him to share with her about his childhood. Surely there were good memories, as hed indicated last night. Quinn couldnt imagine losing her entire family all at once. West had only told her it was an accident. Probably a car wreck.
Quinn wished she had shared a closer bond with Demi. Maybe her sister would have turned to her for help instead of running off. Pregnant, alone and probably scared.
Her thoughts drifted back to the cabin at Pine Paradise Tia had given her the key to. It would make a perfect place for her and West to honeymoon before Tia sold the property. Or share a day or two alone, away from the prying eyes of her neighbors. This business of him sneaking in and out of her apartment was taxing.
Shifting the covered dish in her hands, she saw Tias office. Tia had a small storefront at the edge of downtown, next to Lulus Boutique, a small shop offering imported Italian clothing and accessories. The closed sign hung on the boutique. Lulu usually closed shop at noon and drove home to feed and walk her two dogs.
No such lunch break for Tia. Tia never stopped hustling. Like the Larson twins, Tia liked money. Once or twice shed seen the twins in Tias office. Not surprising. Tia had a harsh personality, as pushy as the Larson brothers.
Perhaps they talked shop, or looking for bigger and better deals. Yesterday shed overheard Tia on the phone talking about Pine Paradise. Tia was not a happy person during that convo.
She peered through the front window of Tias office. The vertical blinds were drawn almost all the way across. Odd. Tia loved to leave them open, wave to pedestrians. Look important, doing deals, making money.
Making money for her clients.
Quinn shaded her eyes. The office was dark inside, but she could barely make out Tias desk. The woman wasnt there. But a man dressed in a suit stood by the big mahogany desk Tia had bragged cost her a small fortune. The overhead fluorescent lights picked up the shining gleam of his black hair, worn long, down to his collar.