“Well, then, you’ll commute. It’s only twenty-five minutes by plane. Plenty of people do it.” Pia edged closer, sliding her arm beneath KT’s and cupping her palm on the inside of KT’s thigh. She rested her cheek against KT’s shoulder. “You come home when you can, and I’ll be here.”

“I already hate the thought of being away from you,” KT confessed.

“Good. Then you’ll be sure to come home often.”

KT kissed Pia slowly, enjoying the soft liquid heat of her mouth . “I love you.”

Pia snuggled closer “I love you too. That’s the picture I see when I look ahead”

“Yes,” KT murmured. “So do I.

Chapter Thirty

Reese halted in the parking lot of the Wellfleet Sheriff’s Department and waited while the driver of the Jaguar XKR parked, got out, and walked over to her. “Hello, Counselor.”

“Hello, Sheriff,” Trey Pelosi replied. “Congratulations. I hear you got your man.”

“Thanks, but we only got a little piece of the great big pie. There’s a lot more where Karl Smith came from, I’m afraid.”

“There always are.” Trey shifted her briefcase and tilted her head toward the building. “I understand you also got a name for the girl in the dunes.”

“Is this an official inquiry?”

Trey smiled. “Just a favor for the family. They don’t want their son to live under a cloud for the rest of his life, and the less mystery surrounding the case, the better. I told them I’d find out what I could.”

“In the last three days we’ve interviewed three dozen of the kids we rounded up at the party Saturday night. Two of them recognized both the dead girl and your client. We made a positive ID this morning from information they provided us Angela Fisher.” Reese grimaced and shook her head. “I notified the family as soon as I got a name. They thought she was living with a cousin in Boston and going to school at night. Maybe she was. The family didn’t know she was missing, and the cousin assumed she’d just taken off with some ‘dude’ she’d run into somewhere.”

“So there’s no evidence to suggest that their meeting was anything but coincidental.”

“Your boy’s story holds up. In fact, no one remembers him doing anything heavier than drinking a beer. Nobody’s going to be charging him in Angela’s death.”

“Thanks for the information. I’ll just put in an official appearance inside.” Trey regarded Reese speculatively. “Why do I think you’re overqualified for your job and probably wasted out here in the middle of nowhere?”

“I can’t imagine.” Reese laughed. “Believe me, Counselor, I am precisely where I want to be.”

Trey’s eyes dropped to Reese’s left hand and the gold band she wore there. “I see that.” She extended her hand to Reese, who took it. “I’ve enjoyed working with you, Sheriff. I hope we meet again someday.”

“Same here,” Reese replied, watching while the attorney walked away. As Trey disappeared inside the low building, Reese had a feeling their paths would cross again.

“I don’t need a babysitter,” Bri grumped.

“You sure don’t. You need to get your ass out of this house.” Allie sauntered into the kitchen and rummaged in the refrigerator. Looking over her shoulder, she called, “Coke?”

“Yeah. Sure.” Bri flung herself, albeit gently, onto the sofa and kicked her feet up onto the coffee table. “Besides, Caroline has to go back to Paris in two days, and I don’t see why she has to go out shopping now.”

“Ooh,” Allie crooned, settling a hip on the arm of the couch and handing Bri the can of soda. “Someone’s very cranky. Is someone getting bored? Is someone maybe not getting enou…”

“Cut it out,” Bri snapped, but she was grinning. “You try sitting around here all day long with nothing to do except read.”

“Uh, well gee, hot stuff, I bet I could think of something else to pass the time.”

“Ha ha. I’m not supposed to…” Bri blushed, which made Allie laugh again, “…exert myself, okay?”

“I’m sorry,” Allie said, still laughing. “It’s just that you’re so cute when you’re all out of sorts like this.”

“Fuck.” Bri dropped her head onto the back of the couch and stared at the ceiling. “I can’t believe I let that bastard get hold of me.”

Allie’s laughter instantly disappeared and her face grew serious. “I missed it totally. I never got violent vibes from him. Who knew he was going to freak out?”

“I should’ve been ready for it. Reese hasn’t said anything, but she must think that I screwed up.”

“No!” Allie leaned forward and rested her hand on Bri’s shoulder. “If it was anyone’s fault, it was mine. I saw him come down the stairs behind you and head toward the kitchen. I just didn’t think he was going to be that kind of problem. But I was your backup. I screwed up. Not you.” Her eyes glistened but she kept the brimming tears at bay. “I’m so sorry.”

Bri’s brows furrowed as she regarded Allie in confusion. “You were handling the front, just like we’d been briefed. You weren’t supposed to be in the kitchen backing me up.”

Allie shook her head, refusing to listen. “I saw him follow you, but I was so focused on meeting the team in the front that it just didn’t register. At least, not as something I should worry about. God, Bri, I let him get to you.”

“That’s crap. We both had jobs to do, and we were doing them. There are some things you can’t plan on, and he was one of them. He freaked out; I handled it. It’s done.”

“I was scared, Bri,” Allie whispered. “I was so scared when you got hurt.”

Bri reached up and took Allie’s hand, squeezing it gently. “I’m sorry. It’s tough, working with people you care about so much, especially when they might get hurt.”

Allie nodded wordlessly.

“I think if it was you or Reese or my dad, I’d be really, really scared, too. You’re all special to me.”

“Caroline’s got you pretty well trained.” Allie smiled weakly. “You know just the kind of thing a girl likes to hear.”

“Well, yeah.” Bri grinned. “But it’s true. And I like us being partnered, so just forget about apologizing. It’s part of the job, right?”

“Yeah. It is.” Her eyes clearing, Allie looked across the room at the clock. “You know, sitting around here is starting to make me kind of nuts. Let’s go for a drive.”

“A drive?”

“Uh-huh.” Allie stood and extended her hand. “Come on. It won’t exert you too much to sit in the car, will it?”

“Ha ha,” Bri muttered, but she followed willingly. Anything for a change of scenery. On the way to the door, she abruptly stopped. “Wait. I need to leave a note for Carre.”

Allie groaned, but grinned good-naturedly while muttering something about being whipped.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t you wish,” Bri grumbled back.

Surprisingly serious, Allie answered, “Yeah. Sometimes.”

Ten minutes later, Allie pulled into the parking lot shared by the New Provincetown Playhouse and the Provincetown Martial Arts Center.

“What’s going on?” Bri asked, frowning.

“I forgot some of my gear here earlier today. Come on in while I get it.”

“Who knows when I’ll be able to train again,” Bri groused as she followed Allie inside. Despite the fact that it was almost 9 p.m. and no classes were scheduled, a light burned in the practice room. Bri narrowed her eyes and looked around. Something felt off. “Allie, what?” She halted abruptly as Tory, in her gi, stepped from the shadows near the door.

“You need to get changed, Bri,” Tory said quietly, extending a pristine tournament-weight gi top in Bri’s direction.

“Whose is this?” Bri whispered, not even knowing why she kept her voice down. She did know that a gi jacket like this cost a quarter of her weekly take-home pay.

“Yours,” Tory replied.

Bri looked in confusion to Allie, who was quickly changing into her own uniform. Then, not knowing what else to do, she stepped out of her jeans and took the new white pants that Tory offered her. Once fully dressed, she followed Tory and Allie into the practice room. Her entire class knelt in a single line along the edge of the practice mat. What shocked her into a stumbling standstill, however, was the fact that her father and Caroline sat on a bench on the far side of the room. She could feel Caroline’s smile all the way to her heart. Her stomach suddenly fluttering, she followed Tory to the mat, bowed, and knelt wordlessly by Tory’s side. Then, as she always did when she prepared herself for this place, for these moments when thought was abandoned and harmony flowed between mind and body, she placed her hands palm down on her thighs and closed her eyes. In some distant part of her consciousness, she registered the faint rustle of fabric and a whisper of air brushing past her face. Then, as if summoned in the silence, she opened her eyes.

Reese, dressed in a similar snowy white jacket and black billowing hakama, knelt facing Bri and the rest of the students. Folded in front of her on the mat lay a black belt bearing the symbol of the dojo embroidered in gold on one end. She looked directly at Bri.

With her eyes fixed on Reese, Bri placed both hands forward on the mat, fingertips touching, thumbs spread, and knelt slowly until her forehead touched the mat in the triangle formed by her hands. In response, Reese placed first her left and then her right hand in precisely the same position and returned the bow. Then she straightened, rested her hands on her thighs, and spoke while continuing to look into Bri’s eyes.

“We train for many reasons. For peace of mind, for health of body, for harmony of spirit. But always, we train for the moment when we will be challenged.”

Bri’s heart pounded, and she was afraid that everyone in the room would see her tremble. But she kept her eyes on Reese’s, one of the safest places she had ever known.

“Sun Tsu said, ‘If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained, you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle. But if you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles.’” Reese lifted the black belt and balanced it between her outstretched palms. “You have trained hard. You have been tested in battle.”