Page 86 of His Forgotten Colton Fiancee
Seeing justice delivered.
Mike sighed.“Sarcasm doesn’t suit you, West. You’re too taciturn.”
“Not anymore. I’m a real chatterbox these days, Mike.”
“A chatterbox in bed? Pillow talk goes both ways, West.”
Good thing Mike wasn’t in the room, because he wanted to throttle her. Right now he was ready to climb through the phone. “I never bring home the job. And that’s not why I fell in love with Quinn Colton.”
There, he’dsaid it aloud. Why not? Best to clear the air with Mike. Level with her.
“I fell in love with her, but the job didn’t come between us. I haven’t told her why I’m really in Red Ridge because I’m not one hundred percent certain she doesn’t know where her sister is hiding. And now that we know her DNA was on the compact powder puff, and the compact was hers or she did use it, I need to grillher harder. But until she gets her damn memory back, that’s not possible!”
He told her about the attack on Quinn, and the reason for taking her to hide in the cabin.
“There’s a good chance being out here, where she came before, will trigger her memory.”
“You’d better hope she does remember soon. And not only because someone is after her, West. Because if Quinn Colton is hiding hersister, you need to find out. I know you care about her...but the job comes first.”
“The day I stop doing my job is the day I’ll personally hand you my shield, Mike.”
A heavy sigh came over the phone. “I know you, West. That’s why I stopped at the bar, to hear the town gossips to confirm what I already know. I study behavior for kicks and giggles, and you’re a classic case of ‘West Brandis clearly bonkers over a woman.’”
“I’m not bonkers. I love her—” he dragged in a deep breath “—but my head is clear.”
“Regardless, I’m coming there to see for myself.”
Nothing would deter Mike. Woman was like a hound dog. He told her and then hung up.
He made another call, informed Finn what he’d found. Minutes later, techs swarmed over the scene. West gripped Rex’s leash as heled the dog around the trail, but Rex found no other residue, except for a small spot near the creek.
The unsub had clearly washed off. He left the others to secure the scene and returned with Quinn to their cabin. They didn’t talk on the drive over. West was too busy mulling over troubling thoughts.
Was Demi firing her gun at someone? Was that the gunfire he’d heard?
An intruder?Or killing game to survive? Did Quinn aid her fugitive sister? Or was it the bomber?
Until Quinn retrieved her memory, they were clueless. But there was still the security footage at her apartment.
If Quinn had taken the jacket out to give to her sister, they’d have a digital record of it.
But as he pulled in front of the cabin, Quinn finally spoke. “Am I under arrest?”
West drewin a deep breath. “No. But I will tell you, it doesn’t look good for you.”
“What’s going to happen to me, West?”
He slid his palm over hers. “Nothing. Not for now. They’ll take the evidence to the lab, work it over. See what they find.”
Once inside, he worked on his laptop as Quinn cut photos from magazines for her vision board.
Was Quinn lying to him about Demi? Did she distrusthim, wanted to throw him off Demi’s trail? What if she had returned the jacket to Demi—cold, alone and on the run? Somehow it had made its way into the cabin.
Yet the items he found didn’t paint a complete picture. If Demi had stayed there with her new baby, why were there only diapers and no other baby items? Unless she’d fled in a hurry and took everything with her.
After an hour, heclosed his laptop. Quinn sat at the table, studying the board.
“Dr. Ross said to create a vision board of what little past I can remember. Why do I keep adding him?”
