‘I wasn’t there either,’ said Robbie.
‘Yeah? You weren’t invited,’ said Colin. Colin Grabien was a short, dark-haired angry bulldog who had transferred from the FBI’s White Collar Squad. He had a gift for numbers and for letting people know he had a gift for numbers.
‘Yeah, I was,’ said Robbie.
‘Yeah, I was,’ whined Colin.
‘Shut the hell up,’ said Robbie, always dodging the F-word. ‘Anyway, she didn’t say anything about not showing today.’
‘She’s probably too busy fucking Vincent,’ said Colin.
‘In fairness,’ said Robbie, ‘Vincent is never going to be the one doing the … you know.’
Cliff gave a gentleman’s chuckle.
Robbie looked up and saw what Colin Grabien was about to do.
‘Aw, screw you,’ said Robbie, scrambling back to his desk. ‘Screw you.’
Ren walked into the bullpen. Robbie hadn’t made it as far as his desk. He was curled on the floor with his hands over his face. Red rubber bands bounced off him from Colin’s desk. And Cliff’s.
‘Agent down, agent down,’ said Cliff.
‘You got my eye, dude,’ said Robbie. ‘My eye.’
‘Here’s Ren, she’ll make it all better,’ said Colin.
‘Ren, you’re coming out with us tonight,’ said Robbie through his hands. ‘I can’t be alone with these freaks.’
‘Hmm. I think I need to … go talk with Vincent,’ said Ren.
‘Get him to come in,’ said Colin.
‘You would love that,’ said Ren. ‘So you don’t have to talk to me.’
‘I don’t have to talk to you anyway,’ said Colin.
‘Yeah, you’ll be too busy with the sparkly tramp from Coasters,’ said Ren.
‘One night is all,’ said Colin. ‘It wasn’t a prolonged attack on anyone’s sensibilities like you are. Although, I did find glitter on my –’
‘Don’t,’ said Ren, holding up her hand. ‘Jesus.’
‘And in my –’
‘Shut up,’ said Ren. She sat at her desk.
Robbie climbed up off the floor. ‘I’m frickin’ sweating here,’ he said, shaking his shirt away from his body. ‘Hey,’ he said to Ren. ‘What do you mean, you need to “go talk” to him? To Vincent? You live with him.’
‘Hmm,’ said Ren. ‘Not since a week or so ago …’
‘What?’ said Robbie. ‘Why?’
‘Well, he walked out.’
‘On you?’ said Robbie.
Cliff and Colin were doing silent laughs behind his back.
‘Yes, me,’ said Ren. ‘Can you
‘I seriously cannot,’ said Robbie.
Ren smiled at him. Her mother would be thrilled if she brought Robbie Truax home. He was fit, clean and shiny. He wore perfect blue shirts and beige pants and polished shoes. He was probably a deviant.
Ren went to the bathroom with her makeup bag. One day she would put these trips on a resume to signify her ambition; the mirror was distorted and the lights were fitted by a man who had never been in a bathroom with a woman. The guys got the famous Safe Streets walk-in urinal, a monster the size of a shower. Ren got horror- movie lighting and no shelf for her supplies. She leaned into her reflection and did a half-assed touch-up. She didn’t ask the question, but she knew she wasn’t the fairest of them all today.
‘Coasters it is,’ she said, walking back into the bullpen.
‘What time is it?’ said Cliff.
She pointed at him with her cellphone. ‘Drinking time. Jalapeno poppers and beer all round.’
‘How about we wait a little while and try eight p. m.?’ said Cliff.
‘Borrrring,’ said Ren.
‘I don’t know if that’s a good time,’ said Colin, pointing a thumb toward Robbie. ‘Hollywood here did his third piece to camera as the face of the FBI Rocky Mountain Safe Streets Task Force. It airs at eight.’
‘Hey, I’m just
‘Ah, but the cutest,’ said Ren. ‘Apart from Cliff, obviously.’ Women adored Cliff; big hands, big heart, bright- eyed and warm.
Robbie turned to Ren. ‘You’re next for the small screen.’
‘Not unless I’m being wheeled from a shoot-out in a body bag.’
‘Have you seen her near a camera?’ said Cliff. ‘She can make herself even smaller.’
‘And you’d look good on television,’ said Robbie.
Ren shook her head. ‘Never gonna happen.’
‘Well, anyway,’ said Robbie, ‘we can get Coasters to switch on the news …’
‘You love it,’ said Colin.
Gary walked in. They all stopped when they saw his expression.
‘I’ve got some bad news. An agent from the Glenwood Springs RA – Jean Transom – has been found dead.’
‘Oh my God,’ said Ren.
Gary nodded. ‘I just got a call from the Sheriff’s Office in Breckenridge.’
‘What happened?’ said Robbie.
‘Her body was found in the mountains. Up on Quandary Peak. GSW.’
‘Holy moly,’ said Robbie. ‘When?’
‘Just this afternoon,’ said Gary.
‘What the –?’ said Ren.
‘That’s all we know,’ said Gary. ‘SAR responded to an anonymous tip – probably someone somewhere they weren’t supposed to be. The Summit County Sheriff, Undersheriff, County Coroner were at the scene with one of the volunteers when some idiot triggered an avalanche, swept everything away. Including the body.’
‘What?’ said Ren.
Gary nodded. ‘No body.’
‘Jesus Christ,’ said Cliff. ‘Is that it? Are they still searching?’
‘It’s not safe up there, apparently,’ said Gary.
‘Wow,’ said Robbie. ‘Jean was so … I liked Jean. I only met her once. She was, I mean … intense. But she was a good person.’
‘Ren, we need to head up there now,’ said Gary. ‘The rest of you – stay with the bank surveillance tonight. Follow us to Breckenridge first thing tomorrow. Robbie, can you let the others know?’ Four of the other task force members were on a job, two were on a training exercise.
‘My car’s in the shop,’ said Ren.
‘You can ride with me,’ said Gary. He turned to the others. ‘Ren’s going to be the case agent on this one.’
Colin, Cliff and Robbie exchanged glances. Gary turned and left. Ren frowned and gave the others a not-my- fault look. She grabbed her purse. ‘See you in Breck.’
Their faces all questioned her.
Two years earlier, Ren Bryce had transferred to Denver from the high-intensity of Washington DC. On her first day at Safe Streets she had almost changed from her suit to plaid shirt, jeans and boots by the time she made it from her car to the front door. She felt she was where she should have been from the moment she graduated.
She walked down the steps with Gary to a little blonde girl sitting on a Longhorn bull with a pink cowboy hat falling over her eyes. The child wore a wide tight smile for her parents’ camera. The National Western Stock Show was in town. For two weeks in January, over seven hundred and fifty thousand visitors would come through the grounds where the Livestock Exchange Building stood.
