Part 7 (1/2)

Jack was here to recuperate. A guest. Not a friend, not a colleague, not a mentor. I wasn't going to bring him into this any more than I had to, and when I did, it would be as a calm, detached professional investigating a case. If I found Sammi's body, I would not be calm, detached, or professional, no matter how hard I tried. So he was staying out until I had something to report.

I found Emma in the kitchen, taking a ca.s.serole from the oven.

”How's John?” I asked.

”They should be back any minute. He went out fis.h.i.+ng with Owen.”

I tried to picture that, and failed. ”I didn't know John fished.”

”He doesn't, apparently, but Owen offered to show him how and he agreed to give it a shot.” She pulled the foil from the dish, steam billowing up. ”Actually, it was more like: 'You fish?' 'Nah.' 'Wanna try?' 'Sure.' At least they won't scare the fish away with their chattering.”

”Any last-minute check-ins?”

She shook her head. ”Empty again tonight unless someone comes by late. But we have two more bookings for the weekend, so it looks like we'll have a full house.”

I imagined a weekend stuffed with kayaking and bird-watching, no time for Sammi. My stomach fluttered. I reminded myself this this was my priority. My gut didn't agree. was my priority. My gut didn't agree.

”I'll be heading out again after dinner, if that's okay. Just a few things I need to wrap up, make sure I'm clear for the weekend.”

Emma studied me. ”Is everything okay, Nadia?”

I forced a smile. ”Sure. Why?”

Another long look that I struggled not to squirm under. Then she said, ”You do whatever you have to do.”

Jack and Owen appeared before dinner reached the table. I ate like a race car stuck in a fifty-kilometer zone wolfing a few bites, forcing myself to slow down, gulping some more, slamming on the brakes...

I told myself Jack wasn't really a guest, so I didn't need to play hostess. But it was the looks he kept shooting that slowed me down his intense gaze swinging my way every time I gulped a mouthful or responded with one-word answers to Emma's efforts to strike up conversation.

I even had a slice of strudel... or at least cut it up and pushed pieces around on my plate. Then I cleared the table for Emma, loaded the dishwasher, and fled by way of the kitchen door.

I found Jack leaning against my truck's fender, one elbow braced on the hood, the crutch in front of him, resting against his chest. He didn't say a word, just watched my approach with that unwavering gaze.

I shoved my hands into my pockets, going for casual. Even managed a smile. ”Hey. Everything going okay? All settled in?”

”Same as last time you asked.”

”Right, well, if you need anything, Emma's around. She's officially on duty until ten.” I pulled out my keys and had to flip through the ring twice to find the right one. ”I hate to eat and run, but with no guests around, I have to take advantage of it. Got some work to do on the other side of the property.”

”That where you think she's buried?”

The keys slipped and I fumbled to grab the ring before it fell. ”B-buried?”

”Sammi. You're looking for her body.”

I tried to laugh. ”In these woods? If Sammi's out there, I don't have a hope in h.e.l.l of finding ”

”Cut the s.h.i.+t, Nadia. We both know that cougar scream was a girl. You found out where. Now you're searching.”

”No, I ”

”You're gonna tell me you're not? What's the big deal?”

He had a point. So why did my stomach clench at the thought of admitting it? I supposed I just didn't want him saying that hunting for a live girl was fine, but digging up a dead one could get me in trouble, and I couldn't afford anyone taking too close a look at my life. And if he did did say that, he'd have another point. But I didn't want to hear it. say that, he'd have another point. But I didn't want to hear it.

He swung the crutch under his arm and pulled open the driver's door. ”You can drive.”

”You aren't coming, Jack. I appreciate the offer, but you're injured and I really need to be thorough ”

”And careful. So I'm going. Make sure you are.”

”Are you suggesting ?”

”Not suggesting. Saying. Saying. You aren't yourself. Haven't been since you picked me up. Quiet. Tense. Your mind's someplace else. I thought it was just me. Us. Then you run off. Come back. Inhale dinner. All you can think about is getting back. Back to You aren't yourself. Haven't been since you picked me up. Quiet. Tense. Your mind's someplace else. I thought it was just me. Us. Then you run off. Come back. Inhale dinner. All you can think about is getting back. Back to her”' her”'

The keys bit into my palm. I loosened my grip. ”I'm not running off half-c.o.c.ked. I'm being careful and I have my priorities straight. I need to search for Sammi now, so I don't have to run off when guests arrive tomorrow.”

”So if you had guests, you'd slow down? f.u.c.k, no. Be climbing the walls.” He paused and met my gaze. ”I've seen you like this before. With Wilkes.”

”Don't ”

”You get single-minded. Obsess ” He cut the word off by rubbing his mouth. ”Not trying to stop you. Just want to watch your back. Cover your tracks.”

He headed around to the pa.s.senger side. I got in and waited for him.

Chapter Eleven.

Having searched the east side of the campsite, I started a fresh grid on the west. It seemed unlikely that anyone would have taken Sammi more than a half kilometer into the dense woods.

After almost two hours, I found a patch of disturbed earth less than a hundred feet from the main road. The sun was setting, as it would have been when Sammi walked by, good enough to see, but not to see well. I fought the urge to start digging and simply marked the location by sticking the string roll over a tree branch.

I headed back for the truck.

”Need something?” Jack asked.

I headed at the sound of his voice. In the last two hours, he'd said maybe a dozen words, as he silently poked around, letting me work.

”Need something?” he repeated.

”Stuff.”

I retrieved my larger flashlight, and came back to find Jack hunkered down by the disturbed earth.

”Something dug here,” he said. ”Be careful. Re mem ber ”

I slapped the flashlight into his hand, cutting him short. ”s.h.i.+ne it on me, so I don't miss anything.”