“Whoa, where did you get that?”

“Gwen gave it to me for our anniversary.”

“You guys have anniversaries that you celebrate?”

He ignored her jab, pointed the pen in her direction, and smiled as a blue light-beam shot her in the face.

“That’s not all,” he said and twisted the pen until it came apart. He spilled out the contents hidden in the top section of the pen. Two X-Acto blades and a two-inch-long serrated blade. He turned the other section to show the now exposed stainless-steel screwdriver.

“Wow! Just like James Bond,” Creed said.

“So Gwen thinks you’re James Bond?”

“As Emma would say, Bond is so yesterday. More like Jason Bourne.”

“Oh right.” Maggie laughed. “That’s exactly who I see when I think of you.”

“Wait, there’s more,” he told them as he put the pen back together again. He screwed off the very top of the pen and showed them the display.

“A compass?”

“Not a compass,” Creed said. “Is that a GPS?”

“Yup.” Tully snapped the top back in place and started making marks on the napkin. “And it writes, too. Does my woman love me or what?”

And that’s the moment that Creed found Maggie’s eyes. Something passed between them, strong enough that Creed looked away. Not just looked away but took a deep breath.

“How about another drink?” he asked them, and he was already waving over the waiter.

Maggie’s cell phone started ringing. She glanced at it. No caller ID but she recognized the number. It was the same one that had called earlier and didn’t leave a voice message.

“This is Maggie O’Dell.”

“That bastard tried to kill me.”

“Excuse me. Who is this?”

“It’s Lily. Your new best friend from Iowa. You already forgot who the hell I am?”

“Slow down. No, of course I haven’t forgotten.”

“The damned bastard bashed me in the head.”

“Lily, what are you talking about? Who tried to kill you?”

“The son of a bitch who’s been burying all those bodies. That bastard in the stupid Booty Hunter cap … he tried to kill me.”

CHAPTER 50

It was almost midnight when Maggie called Sheriff Uniss in Sioux City, Iowa. She was ready to apologize but the sheriff beat her to it.

“I don’t know how it happened.” He was immediately defensive. “Nobody got your name from me.”

“What exactly are you talking about?”

“The media. They swarmed the place like locusts almost as soon as you two left. We’ve got them all out there: CNN, ABC, FOX, even frickin’ Entertainment Tonight. I didn’t give them your name.”

She hadn’t turned on a television or listened to a radio since her and Tully’s drive down. While she listened to Sheriff Uniss, she walked across her hotel room and turned on the TV, found CNN, and within seconds saw why the sheriff was frazzled by her call. Her photo was set in the upper right corner of the screen while a reporter spoke from the scene. She recognized the long driveway of the Iowa farm in the background. She left the Mute button on. Sat on the edge of the bed and ran her fingers through her hair.

This is not a big deal, she told herself.

“That’s not why I’m calling, Sheriff,” she said.

“One of the men said they’ve been running some kind of profile piece on you. I swear to you, they didn’t get a single thing from me or my men.”

Maggie switched the channel to FOX and saw that her photo was a part of their “breaking news” alert, too. Must be a slow news cycle and again, she brushed it off.

“Sheriff, listen to me for a minute, please. The construction crew that was helping, are they still there?”

“Construction crew?”

“Yes, the foreman, Buzz, and his crew.” She shook her head in frustration. Why hadn’t they gotten more than the men’s first names?

“No, those guys have moved on. We’ve got this place marked off as a crime scene indefinitely. Those guys won’t be back any time soon.”

“They’ve already loaded up their equipment?”

“Early yesterday.”

Damn it!

She heard a knock at the adjoining doorway, which was open, and Creed peeked around the doorjamb. He held up two cans of Diet Pepsi. She waved him into the room.

“We need to bring in Buzz for questioning. Is that something that your department can handle?”

“Of course we can handle that, but you’ll need to tell me what the hell we’re questioning him about.”

Creed was watching the television screen and she wished she’d shut the damned thing off.

“I got a call from Lily.”

“Lily?”

“The woman we found in the house.”

“That lot lizard?”

“Yes. She said Buzz tried to kill her.”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake. And you believed her? She’s probably strung out again on high-speed chicken feed.”

“High-speed chicken feed?”

“Meth. That’s what the truckers call it.”

“Look, Sheriff, you need to find Buzz and, if possible, Lily.”

“She called you but she didn’t tell you where she was? I hate to say this, Agent O’Dell, but sometimes people on meth hallucinate the wildest things.”

Maggie knew that. She remembered Lily trying to pick imaginary bugs off herself. But the woman had sounded genuinely in distress. And Buzz fit their general profile. A man who traveled from worksite to worksite across the country. Mid to late thirties, lean, and in good shape. Used to hard, physical labor but smart and able to manage people. He could overpower a victim easily, and yet he was friendly enough to win over those same victims. She remembered him giving her the cap and making her feel like a part of his team.

“If you don’t have the manpower to find Lily and Buzz, just tell me now,” Maggie told him.

There was silence and she waited it out. He was probably thinking of the media fallout if he said no. Or worse, if it leaked that he hadn’t acted on an FBI agent’s request.

“Are you going to want to question him when we bring him in?” he finally asked.

“Yes. As soon as you find out his name, text it to me.”

“Sure enough.”

“And, Sheriff, please let me know the minute you find Lily. You might check the house at the farm.”

“There’re people crawling all over the place. I doubt that she’s there at the house.”

“Check the house.”

He didn’t bother to muffle his heavy sigh. Then he added a second “Sure enough.”

Creed sat on the corner of the other bed and when she looked over at him he held out a can of Diet Pepsi.

“Turns out they have your brand in the vending machine.”

“Thanks.” She tried not to be impressed that he remembered her favorite soda.

He’d already popped the tab on both cans. She took a sip. Felt his eyes watching her. She turned around and shut off the TV. She could hear Tully’s voice in the next room. She knew he had the more difficult phone call—their boss.

This was the first time she and Creed were alone together since they had kissed and … whatever that incident was on the bed. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to say. Maybe that sort of thing was a common occurrence for him. It certainly was not for her.

“About before,” she said and immediately his eyes told her he knew exactly what “before” she was referring to and that she didn’t need to finish the sentence.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“It’s no big deal?” she asked too quickly, surprised at the slight sting. Isn’t that what she wanted? That it not be a big deal.

But his face was serious. There was no trademark hitch of a smile at the corner of his mouth when he said, “Only if you want it to be.”

And there it was. She could feel it all over again. Electricity. Too strong for comfort.

He stood up but his eyes stayed on hers even as he took two steps back, away from the bed, away from her. His attempt to break the circuit?