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her there alone, he headed back up the narrow path.
    Quinn heard the sharp cry of a gull, and felt her stomach lurch. An autopsy. They’ll have to cut Alicia open.
    Her knees buckled and she tasted bile.
    She knew Alicia was dead and yet wished she could shield her friend from what came next. Police, paramedics. Reporters. People who never knew her asking questions. Speculating. Judging.
    They would want to know what had happened and why.
    They’d ask Quinn about her encounter with Alicia yesterday in Washington.
    Strangers would determine whether Alicia’s death was an accident or suicide.
    Would anyone even suspect murder?
    “The osprey will kill me.”
    The crazy words of a disturbed woman.
    No, Quinn thought. No one would suspect murder.

9
    Nate Winter glanced at the picture on his desk of the small cape house he and his wife, Sarah, an historical archaeologist, had bought. It was a fixer-upper. Worst house, best location. They looked forward to doing a lot of the work themselves. Moving day was coming up. They’d enlisted the help of family and friends. Sarah was already loading up the freezer with southern-style casseroles to feed their helpers. Her friend John Wesley Poe had promised to show up. That he was the president of the United States was only one of the many complications of Nate’s life.
    The prospect of their new house only distracted him for a moment. He had wanted to give Juliet Longstreet the chance to digest the news he had just given her. Although she was a top-notch deputy U.S. marshal, even on a good day she didn’t like coming into the USMS headquarters in Arlington.
    Today was not a good day.
    “Nice of you to wait until this Huck Boone-Huck McCabe character finds a body before you tell me about him.” Juliet was known for her blunt manner. She was tall, in butt-kicking shape, but she was letting her fair hair grow out; it was curling past her chin now. “When did he arrive in Yorkville?”
    “Saturday.” Nate could feel his usual impatience working at him. “And he didn’t find Alicia Miller. Her friend did.”
    “Quinn Harlowe,” Juliet said.
    Nate had already laid out for her what he knew about the tragic events in Yorkville. Juliet had made it clear she wanted to be in the field, tracking the vigilantes herself. She was directly responsible for disrupting one of their plots after a run-in with them last fall. Ethan Brooker, a former Special Forces officer, had helped. Now at the White House and romantically involved with Juliet, he was also on the task force. Both of them understood that this time, their unique expertise was best put to use at a distance. Let the guys from California do their thing.
    “Ethan knows about McCabe?” Juliet asked.
    Nate nodded, knowing his answer wouldn’t go over well with her. “Ethan did a mission a few years ago with Diego Clemente, McCabe’s backup.” Hesitating a moment, Nate added, “I asked Ethan to keep the information to himself.”
    “Well, he did.” Juliet scowled. “I hate being kept out of the loop.”
    “McCabe’s in a precarious situation. He doesn’t know us. He came into this investigation through the back door. He’s doing us a favor-”
    “I get it, Nate. This guy feels safer with as few people as possible knowing he’s an undercover federal agent. If we’re right and these psycho vigilantes have infiltrated Breakwater Security, he’s a dead man if his cover gets blown.”
    Leave it to Juliet not to mince words. Nate glanced again at the picture of his house. It had dove-gray shingles and white shutters, all of which needed replacing.
    “Where’s McCabe now?”
    “Back at Breakwater.”
    “The local police are in the dark about who he is?”
    “That’s right.” If they ever found out the truth, the locals wouldn’t appreciate getting sidelined, but Nate thought that, given the stakes, they would understand. “We have several problems.”
    Juliet sighed. “Alicia Miller worked for the Justice Department.