“Miranda,” he said, approaching her. What could he say to reassure her? “I-”
The clamor of men descending the slope stopped his next words. He and Miranda watched Nick lead five deputies down to the shack. “We found three bullets in two trees,” Nick said, glancing from Quinn to Miranda and back again. If he noticed their tension, it didn’t show on his face.
“The ranger is working with my men to cut the segments out of the trunks and we’ll send them to the lab in Helena.” Nick turned to his men. “Fan out from the cabin downslope and see if you can figure out how he brought her here. Be mindful of where you step, stay on the lookout for anything foreign. Tire tracks, sled, garbage.”
“Yessir.” The men departed.
“We’ll need a team down here to collect evidence,” Quinn said.
“So this is it.” Nick frowned at the cabin, a cloud passing over his face.
“No doubt, though we’ll need to take blood and other samples.” In the other shacks they had found, they were able to collect some forensic evidence, but the DNA samples were corrupt from exposure. The killer left no semen traces on the victims, no hair or blood. He’d used a condom, but he hadn’t always used his penis to rape the victims.
Quinn glanced at Miranda and wanted to strangle the bastard who’d hurt her. This urge was different from his usual angry reaction to violent criminals. Stronger. More powerful.
Personal.
She caught his eye and held it. Her pale face was blank, but her eyes were full of questions.
“I think we’re ready to go in. Miranda?” Quinn asked, wanting to give her the option of refusing, though doubting she would.
To his surprise, she said, “Go ahead. I’m going to head back.”
Nick seemed as surprised as he was. “Let me call one of my men to escort you,” he said.
“Dammit, Nick, I’m not going to get lost.”
“Miranda,” Nick said, “no one on my team is out of sight while on a search. You should know that better than anyone, since it’s your rule too.”
She sighed. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I-I’m just tired.”
Nick touched her shoulder and nodded. “Get some rest, Randy. We have plenty to do tomorrow, and we’ll have to call it quits here in less than two hours.”
“I’ll do that.” She waited while Nick called over for Deputy Booker to take her back. She glanced at Quinn.
“Thanks.” She touched him lightly on the arm. A feather of a touch that conveyed more real emotion-other than anger-than anything they’d shared since his return to Montana. Their eyes locked, just for a moment, a mutual truce. And something more. Something deeper. Forgiveness?
He wasn’t that lucky. Was he?
He watched her leave with the deputy. Wondered.
The sun settled well after the dinner hour to close the day as Miranda drove southwest to the Gallatin Lodge.
She couldn’t stop thinking about Quinn’s reaction.
She’d been so certain he was going to make a big deal about it, an “I told you so” kind of thing. Damn, she hoped he didn’t feel sorry for her. That would almost be worse. She didn’t need or want a pity party. All she wanted was a little room to breathe, just some understanding without sympathy.
And he’d given it to her. That put everything in a whole new perspective.
She didn’t want to think about Quinn Peterson or his motives. Not now. Throwing her out of the Academy had shown her exactly what she was to him. A burden, a problem, expendable. Doing something unexpected and kind now didn’t change the fact that he thought she couldn’t handle the pressure of the Butcher investigation.
Despite her resolve to forget the past, it flooded her memories.
It had been the day before graduation and Quinn came by her dorm room. She’d just received the scores of her final exam and couldn’t contain her enthusiasm. Throwing her arms around Quinn, she kissed him.
God, how she loved this man!
He entwined his hands in her hair and held her face close to his. His lips warm, firm, confident.
They hadn’t talked marriage, not in so many words. The one conversation that danced around the issue, Quinn had initiated. It was before she left Montana, right after she’d been accepted to the Academy, right after their affair of the heart turned physical. They agreed to postpone the discussion until after she graduated from Quantico.
She’d never had any doubt she’d pass. Her test scores proved her right.
She had a career she knew she would thrive in. A man she loved with her whole heart. Someone who understood her, cared for her, loved her without condition. Without seeing her as damaged goods. Someone who held her close when the nightmares came, who soothed away her anxiety with warm hands and gentle kisses. Who made love to her without holding back.
Now she was graduating. Her life was her own again. A new life. Whole. Complete. She felt reborn.
He held her tight, kissed her hair. His scent was so Quinn-plain soap under a hint of expensive aftershave. Slightly spicy, but it didn’t overwhelm her senses. He was handsome, sexy, smart, understanding.
And all hers.
“Look!” she said, grinning madly, holding up the near-perfect score from her written final.
His dark chocolate eyes deepened. “Wow. That’s a point higher than my final.”
She kissed him again and almost giggled.
Nothing could stop her now.
Quinn took her hand and they walked through the courtyard outside the dorm rooms. Other soon-to-be agents walked in various states of pride, chattering amongst themselves. It was a beautiful autumn afternoon in Virginia. Tomorrow promised to be clear and in the seventies. Perfect for graduation.
But even if rain poured from the heavens, Miranda would be in bliss when she received her diploma from Quantico-and her first assignment.
She had beaten the Butcher and it felt amazing.
“I talked to Agent Clark,” Quinn said once they were beyond the courtyard and walking leisurely through the paths that wound around the buildings.
“I told you-no special treatment on assignments. If they give me my first choice, great. If not, I’ll work up to it.” She had asked for serial killers and for admittance into the profiling program. Her master’s in criminology and minor in psychology was a plus, but nothing was certain.
And she wanted to earn her assignment. She didn’t want her relationship with Quinn to impact the decision.
“I know.” He paused a long time and Miranda felt a prickle under her scalp. Something wasn’t right. Quinn wasn’t a talker, but neither was he reticent. He said what he meant and meant what he said-it had made all the difference in their relationship since Miranda had difficulty talking about how she felt, finding the right words.
“What’s wrong? Don’t tell me Rowan or Liv didn’t pass.” Not possible. Both of them were as focused and dedicated as she was. They were her first real friends since Sharon. And after the first week, they’d become more like sisters than roommates.
Quinn shook his head. “We talked about you.”
“Oh, you and Agent Clark talked about me?” She tried to make her voice sound light and carefree, casual, but tension crept up her spine and butterflies fought in her belly. Something was very wrong.
“Doctor Garrett met with Clark yesterday morning. He was-um-a little concerned about your second psych test.”
“Garrett’s an arrogant ass,” Miranda said, tucking her hair behind her ears. Her hand was shaking and she willed it to stop.
“Yeah, well, Clark listened to him. They’re concerned about you. That you need a little more time.”
They both knew what he was referring to.
