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Another twitch of Mike’s lips. “Not exactly B and E, since I do own the cabin.”
More shock. Quinn turned to West. “You said this cabin belonged to a good friend. So she’s the friend? What kindof relationship do you have with Mike? The same kind? What, do you have a lover in every city?”
West’s dark gaze snapped. “Mike’s my supervisor. A friend. Nothing more. The cabin was convenient, safe, and I knew you’d be protected.”
From others, but not from West Brand. Agent West Brand, whose foremost concern was spying on Quinn and her brothers.
“I don’t know where my sister is.Neither do my brothers. I’m sure if one of them knew, they’d have told me, knowing I worried about Demi.”
West’s mouth narrowed to a thin slash. “But you do know where her jacket is, Quinn.”
“I told you, I don’t remember!”
His gaze remained even. “Did Demi walk into your apartment, take her jacket and walk out without your knowledge?”
Suddenly weary, she sank into the second rocker.“What do you want, West?”
“I want you to tell me the truth. As far as you remember, did you return Demi’s jacket?”
“I don’t know! I don’t know anything.” She rocked back and forth, hugging herself. This was a true nightmare. No memory to defend herself from such horrid accusations.
Her knight in shining Kevlar was now looking at her as if she were in a police lineup. She knew Westwas ruthless. Dedicated.
Now she knew what it felt like to be subjected to that brutal focus.
Mike stood, paced the porch. “Miss Colton, this will go easier on you if you tell us what exactly you were doing at the first bomb site.”
First bomb site? Quinn pressed two fingers to her head. “What?”
“I found a butterfly compact that looked like the one you said you had. It was in therubble at the old hardware store after the first bomb went off.” Unsmiling, West regarded her. “I want to believe you, Quinn. I want to believe you are innocent. Do you remember anything—anything—about meeting anyone there at that building?”
Tension knotted her stomach. “Maybe I was catering an event there.”
Mike and West exchanged knowing glances, sealing themselves inside that tightlittle FBI bubble. Sealing her out.
“Catering an event at an abandoned building?”
It didn’t matter. Until she got her memory back, she couldn’t tell them a thing. Nor could she provide a suitable defense for herself.
Nausea gripped her, but she raised her chin and gave West a cool look. “Am I under arrest? Do I need to call a lawyer?”
“No,” he replied, not even glancing at Mike.
But Quinn watched Mike. Something flickered in her gaze. Uncertainty, perhaps.
“Agent Brand, I need to talk with you alone.” Mike jerked a thumb at the door.
“Wait out here, Quinn. This won’t take long,” West told her.
Rocking back and forth, she considered her options. Taking the truck and returning to town alone. But if they planned to haul her in for questioning, she’d be inmore trouble.
Whatever happened, she could no longer stay here. At her side, Rex whined as if sensing the tension.
A lump formed in her throat. “I’m sorry, Rex.” She patted his head. “You’re such a good boy. Your owner is not.”
Fishing her cell phone out of her jeans pocket, she looked at the screen. Barely a signal. Quinn walked off the porch, circled around the cabin until she gottwo bars.
Inside, she heard raised voices. Mike and West arguing about her? Or a lovers’ quarrel? Didn’t matter. It was over.
