Mac still looked very uncomfortable. He glanced at Kimberly. She shrugged. “You do attract a certain kind of woman,” she told him.

“I’m changing my cologne,” he said seriously.

“And until then?”

He sighed. Stared down the terminal. “Fine,” he said suddenly, shortly. “What the hell. I’m illegal on this case. Kimberly’s illegal on this case. What’s one more member of unsanctioned personnel? Goddamn strangest investigation I’ve ever led. Know anything about rice?” he asked Nora Ray sharply.

“No.”

“What about pollen?”

“It makes you go ah-choo.”

He shook his head. “Grab your bag. We’ve got a lot more ground to cover and it’s already getting late.”

Nora Ray fell in step beside Kimberly as both of them scrambled to keep up with Mac’s long, angry strides.

“Feel better?” Kimberly asked Nora Ray at last.

“No,” the young girl answered. “Mostly, I feel afraid.”

Quantico, Virginia

10:41 A . M .

Temperature: 92 degrees

QUINCY AND RAINIE DROVE TO QUANTICO IN SILENCE. They did that a lot these days. Ate in silence, traveled in silence, shared a room in silence. Funny how Rainie hadn’t noticed it much in the beginning. Maybe it had seemed like personable silence back then. Two people so comfortable with each other they no longer needed words. Now, it seemed more ominous. If silence was a noise, then this silence was the sharp crack of an iceberg, suddenly tearing apart in the middle of an ancient glacier field.

Rainie pressed her forehead against the warm glass of the passenger side window. She rubbed her temples unconsciously and wished she could get these thoughts out of her head.

Outside, the sun beat down relentlessly. Even with the AC cranked in the tiny rental car, she could feel the heat gathering just beyond the vents. Her bare legs were hot from sunbeams. She could already feel sweat trickle uncomfortably down her back.

“Thinking of Oregon?” Quincy asked abruptly. He was wearing his customary blue suit; jacket draped neatly in the backseat for now, but tie still knotted around his throat. She didn’t know how he did it every morning.

“Not exactly.” She straightened in her seat, stretching out her bare legs. She wore a fresh pair of khaki shorts and a white collared shirt that desperately needed ironing. No suits for her. Not even if they were returning to Quantico. The place wasn’t her hallowed ground and they both knew it.

“You’re thinking of Oregon a lot these days, aren’t you?” Quincy asked again. She looked at him more carefully, surprised by his tenacity. His face was impossible to read. Dark eyes peering straight ahead. His lips set in a tight line. He was going for the neutral, psychologist-on-duty approach, she decided.

“Yeah,” she said.

“It’s been a long time. Nearly two years. Maybe after this, we should go there. To Oregon. Have a vacation.”

“All right.” Her voice came out thicker than she intended. Dammit, she had tears in her eyes.

He heard it, turned toward her and for the first time, she saw the full panic on his face. “Rainie…”

“I know.”

“Have I done something wrong?”

“It’s not you.”

“I know I can be distant. I know I get a little lost in my work…”

“It’s my work, too.”

“But you’re not happy, Rainie. It’s not just today either. You haven’t been happy in a long, long time.”

“No.” It shocked her to finally say it out loud, and in the next instant, she felt a curious sensation in the middle of her chest. Relief. She had gotten the word out. She had said it, had acknowledged the elephant that had been lurking in the room for a good six months now. Someone had to.

Quincy’s gaze returned to the road. His hands flexed and unflexed on the wheel. “Is there something I can do?” he asked at last, already sounding more composed. That was his way, she knew. You could hit the man in the gut, and he’d merely square his shoulders. If you hurt his daughter, on the other hand, or threatened Rainie… That’s when the gloves came off. That’s when his dark eyes gleamed feral, and his runner’s body fell into the stance of a long, lean weapon, and he emerged not as Quincy, top criminology researcher, but as Pierce, an extremely dangerous man.

That was only when you harmed someone he loved, however. He had never done much of anything to protect himself.

“I don’t know,” Rainie said bluntly.

“If you want to go to Oregon, I’ll go to Oregon. If you need a break, we can take a break. If you need space, I’ll give you space. If you need comfort, then just tell me and I’ll pull over this car right now and take you into my arms. But you have to tell me something, Rainie, because I’ve been floating in the dark for months now, and I think I’m losing my mind.”

“Quincy…”

“I would do anything to make you happy, Rainie.”

And she said in a small voice, “I’m so sorry, Quincy, but I think I want a baby.”

Kaplan was already waiting for them when they pulled into the parking lot outside the Jefferson Dormitory. He looked hot, tired, and already pissed as hell with the day.

“A little birdie told me I’m not supposed to be talking to you two,” he said the moment they climbed out of their car. “Said I should deal only with some new guy, who’s now heading the investigation.”

Quincy shrugged mildly. “I haven’t been notified of any change in staffing. Have you, Rainie?”

“Nope,” she said. “Never heard a thing.”

“That little birdie must be pulling your leg,” Quincy told Kaplan.

Kaplan raised a brow. In a surprisingly quick move for a big guy, he swiped the cell phone clipped to Quincy’s waist, eyed its lack of power, and grunted. “Smart. Well, as long as they’re fucking their own people, welcome to my happy little club. I got a body, I still have jurisdiction, and I’m not giving it up.”

“Amen,” Quincy said. Rainie merely yawned.

Kaplan remained scowling. “So why do you want to reinterview my sentries? Think I couldn’t possibly have gotten it right the first time?”

“No, but now we have new information on the suspect.”

That seemed to appease the special agent. He shook out his shoulders, indicated for them to climb into his car, then headed back out onto the base. “Guys were out training this morning,” Kaplan filled them in. “I had their CO pull them aside. Both should be waiting for us at the school. They’re young, but good. If they know anything that can be of help, they’ll tell you.”

“Any more activity around here?”

“Dead bodies? Thankfully, no. Ads in the Quantico Sentry? None that has crossed anyone’s desk. I met with Betsy Radison’s parents late last night. That’s been about it.”

“Tough business,” Quincy said quietly.

“Yeah, it is.”

Kaplan turned into the cluster of buildings that marked Marine TBS-The Basic School. Sure enough, two young recruits sat to the side, dressed in jungle camo with hats pulled low to shield their faces and thick black utility belts strapped around their waists. Kaplan, Quincy, and Rainie climbed out of the car, and immediately the two snapped to attention.

Kaplan made the introductions, while the recruits held their rigid stance.

“This is civilian Pierce Quincy. He is going to ask you some questions regarding the night, fifteen of July. This is his partner, Lorraine Conner. She may also ask you questions regarding the same evening. You will answer all of their questions to the best of your ability. You will accord them the full respect and cooperation you would give any Marine officer requesting your assistance. Is that clear?”

“Sir, yes sir!”

Kaplan nodded at Quincy. “You may proceed.”

Quincy raised a brow. The pomp and circumstance was a little extreme. Then again, Kaplan had taken a lot of hits recently. The FBI had forced him out of their world. Now he was showing off the power he still wielded in his.