“Trent, could you give us a minute?” she said quietly, not turning her eyes from Zack’s.
Trent said, “Ms. St. Martin, you need to see a doctor when you get to town, okay?”
“I will,” she said.
The EMT left and she took Zack’s hand. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed the scraped knuckles.
“I’m fine, Zack. Really. I’m fine.”
Zack ran a hand through his hair. “I thought he’d killed you,” he said quietly.
“I know. I’m sorry. I’m sore, but I’ll be okay.”
He nodded, unable to speak, and sat heavily next to her on the bumper.
“Don’t. Don’t think about it,” Olivia said.
“I love you, Liv. I don’t want to lose you.” He choked up and closed his eyes, bending his forehead to hers.
“Oh, Zack.” She touched his cheek. “I need to tell you something. It’s important.”
He opened his eyes and looked at her. Something was wrong, but he had no idea what. He rubbed the back of her neck, kissed her lips, her cheek.
“What, Liv?”
“I’m not an FBI agent.”
He blinked, his body tensing. “I don’t understand.”
“I’m a scientist. I used to be a field agent, nearly ten years ago. But now I’m director of the Material Analysis and Trace Evidence lab.”
Zack dropped his hands. What?! Conflicting emotions battled within him, raw from the turmoil he’d just gone through.
She’d been lying to him since the minute they met? He found that hard to believe, but she’d just said it.
“You’re not an FBI agent,” he repeated.
“Please listen. Try to understand,” she began, speaking quickly. “When I found out Brian Hall was being released, my entire world fell apart. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t do anything. I had helped put him in prison. I had testified against his parole six times! I called him evil to his face. But the evidence proved years later that he hadn’t raped Missy.
“So I used every resource at my disposal. I spent two weeks putting together similar cases from around the country. And when I read about Jenny Benedict’s murder, then Michelle’s abduction, I went straight to my boss.”
“And he told you to lie about your identity?” Zack felt sucker-punched. He found it hard to breathe.
She shook her head. “He said the evidence was circumstantial and until we were asked to help, his hands were tied. But,” she said before he could open his mouth, “I couldn’t stand back and do nothing! So I brought the evidence to you. I knew that if you had the information it would help. And it did, didn’t it? I know it did.”
“You haven’t heard of a fax machine?”
Tears welled in her eyes, but Zack shut off his feelings. To protect himself, he had to. He would not allow her past the wall he was building inside. She had deceived and lied to him, manipulating him from the minute they met.
“You know as well as I do that my familiarity with these cases helped. The raw data wouldn’t have given you as much as my interpretation.”
“You could have told me any time, Olivia. Why didn’t you? Why didn’t you come clean when you told me about your sister?”
“I-I-don’t know. I was scared I’d be removed from the case.”
He barked a humorless laugh. “Removed from a case you were never assigned to? You’ve started believing your own lies. Have you had a lot of practice? Because you sure had me fooled.”
She looked stricken, as if he had slapped her, and he had to force his attention away from her.
God, he thought he’d loved this woman. But she hadn’t trusted him. She’d slept with him, but didn’t trust him with the simple truth.
He’d been betrayed.
“Zack, believe me, I struggled with this. I didn’t want to lie, but I had no choice.”
“We all have choices, Olivia. No one held a gun to your head forcing you to deceive me. Not only me, but my boss, my partner, my colleagues. You lied to everyone. You’re a master of deception.”
He looked her straight in the eye. “You made the wrong choice. And now you’ll have to live with it.”
“Travis, Olivia, we need to get down to the substation,” Quinn said as he approached them. He stopped. “What happened?”
Zack shoved Quinn in the chest. He had liked the Fed, but Quinn Peterson was as much a liar as Olivia. “You knew and didn’t say anything. You’re just as much of a fraud as she is.”
He walked away before completely losing it.
Tears rolled down Olivia’s cheeks. “Oh, God, Quinn. I really screwed this up.”
Quinn touched her chin. “Liv, how did he find out?”
“I had to tell him. I’m in love with him.”
“He just needs time. He’s angry, but he’ll get over it.”
She shook her head. “It’s not his anger that I’m worried about. I hurt him badly, and I don’t think he’ll ever forgive me.”
Quinn looked at her bandages and frowned. “Are you okay? You really should go to the hospital and get checked out.”
She shook her head. “I’ll be fine.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Go home.” She looked at her friend, blinked back the tears. “I have nothing else.”
Zack paced the interrogation room, waiting for Driscoll to be brought in.
He’d skipped riding with Peterson to the substation, tagging along with one of the deputies. He needed to push Olivia from his mind. Otherwise he wouldn’t be able to finish his job.
Damn, her betrayal hurt. Out of all the people he’d met, he’d never have pegged her as a liar.
The first day or two, he sensed she was holding back something. When she told him about her sister, he believed that was it. He hadn’t expected more lies, additional revelations.
He slammed his fist on the table and sat, taking deep breaths. Focus, Travis. You have a killer coming in five minutes and you need to do this right.
He had a list of questions for Driscoll, and he needed to get his mind wrapped around the case, not around the woman he’d mistakenly fallen in love with. The woman who would bear the scars of a killer on her body.
But he’d bare the scars of their brief relationship on his heart.
He took a deep breath and focused on Driscoll. He wanted answers to his questions, but didn’t hold out hope that this monster would cooperate. Still, the question why burned in him, not that any answer would be satisfying. But he had to try to understand.
He wanted to know how Driscoll had picked his first victim.
He wanted to know how he selected the cities he stalked.
He needed to know why he marked each victim with Angel.
The door opened and Quinn Peterson walked in. Zack tensed, but nodded to the Fed. He would put his animosity aside for the Driscoll interview.
It wasn’t like he’d have to see Peterson after this case was wrapped up.
The sheriff came in with a deputy escorting Chris Driscoll, who was in wrist and ankle chains. He moved slowly from the beating, not just because of the restraints. The deputy secured the killer by cuffing his leg chains to the hook on the floor and forcing him to sit in a chair.
Driscoll looked like an average, physically fit middle-aged guy. Except for his black eye, bruised jaw, and the bandage that covered his cheek.
Zack felt no remorse for bashing the killer’s face in. Though he deserved it, Zack was relieved he hadn’t killed him. Washington had the death penalty, but Zack hoped Driscoll didn’t make it the average ten years it took for death-row prisoners to be killed.
Child predators didn’t fare well in prison.
The only thing about Driscoll’s otherwise average appearance that stood out was his eyes: a clear, icy blue. In his eyes, Zack saw the killer. But he could see how another might see kindness in his face.