Slowly he felt his body mellow into bone-deep exhaustion.
Dray's lids parted slowly. Her smile was so effortless and uncomplicated it moved right through him. She held out her arms and said in a sleep-cracked voice, "You're back."
She embraced him around the waist, and he ran his fingers deep through her hair, scratching, a sensation she loved when she felt tired or lazy. "Let me look at you." She pulled back. "Jesus Christ. You didn't look this bad when you held recon in a Bosnian tree fort for six days. What did they put you through?"
He managed to bumble out an incoherent summary. He was circling back through the Guy-Meds for maybe the third time when Dray nodded. "I get it."
"You waited up?"
"Tried. We thought you'd be home yesterday afternoon. I got stressed, and so I called Bear, and we sat up and pretended to watch a couple John Waynes."
"I couldn't call. There weren't phones."
She threw back the sheets. "Get in here." As he slid into bed, she leaned forward, swallowing hard. "I don't feel so hot. I trusted Bear with take-out sushi."
"Big mistake."
"Maybe my last." She watched him closely, brushing the hair off his forehead, the relief in her eyes palpable.
He lay back on his pillow, which felt inordinately lush. "It's a whole thing out there. A factory."
"I'm glad you decided to walk away. No matter what she's gotten herself into, she doesn't deserve getting duffeled to the curb and waking up daddy's little captive. We'll figure out the money. We always do." She kept smoothing his hair off his face. "Timothy, are you all right?"
"I don't want to leave her in there. I can't."
Dray's eyes flared a bit. She seemed to need a moment to tamp down her reaction. "She's lucky to have you. Leah."
"She doesn't have me. You have me."
Her voice kept its edge. "You know what I mean."
"There are dozens of people being controlled."
"Willingly."
"It's not willing, Dray."
"Calm down a bit. Let's talk this through. Going up to the ranch puts you in even greater danger."
"That's the job. We put ourselves on the line to protect people. That's what we do. Not just when it's convenient."
Dray pushed herself up so she was sitting cross-legged. "No, we put ourselves on the line to uphold the law."
He stared at the floor.
"There's no crime here," she said.
"I'll find one."
"Bill of Rights be damned." She softened her voice. "You went down this road before, Timothy. If you pursue this and there is no crime…"
Tim turned away from her.
"…you'll end up on the outside again."
Now that he'd returned to a place where he could expect safety and sanity, his frustrations were welling up. "This guy's pulling in money hand over fist, and he's hell-bent on expansion. I'm not gonna let it happen."
"Are you sure that's what this is about?"
His eyeballs ached with fatigue. "Huh?"
Dray tilted her head at the hall, a gesture that had come to indicate Ginny and the loss of her. He flashed on his taking on Kindell's voice at the colloquium and a chill moved through his insides.
"Come on, Dray."
"You don't feel protective of Leah?"
"I do now, that's for sure. She covered for me and took some vicious punishment for it. That kind of thing is built in to a person. A kid like that deserves something better."
"Every kid deserves something better – but they don't receive it from the federal authorities. Thank God."
"She's brainwashed, Dray."
"Right. So she could betray you whenever – maybe she already has. You really want to put your life in this kid's hands? They could be waiting for you up there, tying the noose as we speak."
"She wouldn't."
"Oh, right. Because she has such good judgment? Either she's controlled, in which case you can't count on her, or she's not controlled, in which case she's there by fully exercised choice and you have to back off and leave her be."
Tim was tempted to acknowledge the sense of that statement. Instead he offered, "If she rolled on me now, she'd be punished even worse for not telling earlier."
"To this lay observer, she seems like a glutton for punishment." Dray bit the inside of her lip and rolled it between her teeth. "What's she look like? In person?"
"She's taller than I thought. Sort of a willowy build -"
"Willowy?" Dray's tone was a sure indication that he'd misstepped. "She's willowy?"
"Well, kind of slender, yeah."
Dray moved her book from her lap to the nightstand. The lamp rocked a bit on its base. "Okay, willowy. What else? Does she have flaxen hair, too?"
"Where the hell is all this coming from, Dray?"
"I don't know. Why don't you ask Leah and her willowy build?" The triangle of skin above the stretched collar of her T-shirt had flushed. "Why are you so impassioned about this case?"
"Seeing this event…" He looked down at his hands, which rested meekly on the turned-back sheets. He dozed off for an instant but caught his head as it dipped.
Dray's eyebrows lost themselves beneath her bangs; the heat had gone right out of her. After a moment she pushed two fingers into the ring of his fist, and he squeezed them. He took longer and longer blinks until he could no longer keep his eyes open. The last thing he sensed before drifting off was the caress of Dray's lips on his cheek.
A paw covered his entire shoulder, shaking him awake. Tim rolled over, sliding an arm across his eyes. "What time is it?"
Bear's voice – "High noon, podnah. The old man wants to see you."
Tim groaned and leaned forward, his joints aching. Evidently Will hadn't waited long to air his grievances to Tannino. "At home?"
"At the barn. He's been running the show through Saturdays for a while now. Taking advantage of availability pay. Some of us have already put in a half day."
Tim blinked into the light. Bear was contentedly munching a brownie.
"Where'd you get that?"
"Kitchen table. Why?"
"It's evidence, you dolt."
Bear stopped midchew and angled the brownie to reveal the near-perfect missing semicircle. "Hahng ohn." He scurried to the bathroom. Tim heard a plop, then the flush of the toilet. Bear reentered, using the inside of his shirt collar to wipe his mouth. "Okay," he said. "So no one ever has to know about that."
"Where's Dray?"
"I talked her into driving by the clinic on the way to the station. She was still feeling pretty nauseous from the sushi."
"Maybe she ate a bad brownie."
Bear did not return his smile.
Chapter twenty-two
I have an agenda. Senator Feinstein has an agenda. Will Henning has an agenda. You don't get to have an agenda." Tannino exhaled irritably, puffing up his white-dusted hair in the front. He cocked back in his chair, twirling the point of a silver letter opener against his thumb. "There's no room."
"This isn't an agenda. It's an obligation."
"Goddamnit, Rackley. I told you not to fuck around. I told you just to get the girl."
"Why? So he can do it to others? You can't save one person and leave the machinery functioning. What's the point?" Tim gestured at the framed confirmation photo behind Tannino. "You want your niece going off to college with -?"
"Don't personalize, Rackley. It's vulgar."
Tim sank back in the couch and did his best to ignore the fatigue headache that six hours of sleep hadn't quite vanquished. "You're right. I apologize. I just -"
"You just what?"
"I want to take the prick down."
Tannino's thick eyebrows rose. "You're more emotional these days, Rackley."
"I'm sorry."
"It's nothing to apologize for. Emotion. Just don't let it interfere with the job." Tannino tapped the letter opener on the edge of his knuckles. "I guess it'll sidestep the more sensitive issues involved with taking the girl into custody if you talk her out. You think you can?"