Chapter Four

      Kayla knelt beside Andi, alarmed by the speed at which the beautiful, defiant young woman had dissolved into this wailing heap of grief. “I’m so sorry,” she said, rubbing Andi’s back. “Please sit up and try to calm down.” She looked back over her shoulder at Dylan, who looked as if he wanted to be anyplace but here at this moment. “Would you get her some water?” She pointed toward a large jug that sat on a stand at the back of the tent.

      He retrieved the water and brought it to her. “What was your relationship to Frank Asher?” he asked. “When was the last time you were in contact with him?”

      The questions brought a fresh wave of sobs. Kayla glared at him. Did he have to act like such a cop right now, firing official-sounding questions at this obviously distraught woman? “You’re not helping,” she said.

      Frowning, he backed away.

      “Drink this.” Kayla put the cup of water into Andi’s hands. “Take a deep breath. You’ve had a shock.”

      “What’s going on in here? What are you doing to her?”

      The outraged questions came from one of the women Kayla had seen with Andi earlier—a slight figure with a mane of brown curly hair and a slightly crooked nose. She rushed over and inserted herself between Andi and Kayla. “Asteria, honey, what have they done to you?”

      “What’s your name?” Dylan joined them again.

      The brown-haired woman glared at him. “Who are you, and why are you upsetting my friend?”

      “Lieutenant Holt.” Dylan showed his badge. “I’m investigating the death of the man whose body was brought into the camp earlier today. What’s your name?”

      “Starfall.”

      Kayla thought Dylan was about to demand she tell him her real name, but he apparently thought better of it. “Were you here when Abe and Zach brought him in?” he asked.

      Starfall wrinkled her nose. “They should have known better than to pull a stunt like that. It was awful.”

      “What do you mean, ‘a stunt like that’?” Dylan asked.

      “The man was dead. I mean, half his head was gone. We couldn’t do anything for him. They should have left him where they found him and not involved us in whatever happened to him.”

      Andi began keening again, rocking back and forth. Starfall wrapped her arms around her friend. “You need to go,” she said. “You’ve upset her enough.”

      “Do you know a man named Frank Asher?” Dylan asked.

      “No. Now go. You have no right to harass us this way.”

      Kayla touched Dylan’s arm. “Give her a chance to calm down a little,” she said softly. “You can question her later.”

      He nodded and led the way out of the tent.

      The camp was just as deserted as it had been before. “Looks like nobody wants to take a chance on running into a cop,” Dylan observed.

      “Or maybe they really are taking a siesta.” She pulled the front of her shirt away from her chest, hoping for a cool breeze. “It’s baking out here.”

      He glanced back at her. “You should wear a hat.” He touched the brim of the fawn-colored Stetson that was part of his uniform.

      They left the camp, back on the trail to the parking area. “What are you going to do next?” Kayla asked.

      “There’s so much that feels wrong here it’s hard to know where to start.” He gave her a hard look. “What’s Andi Matheson’s relationship to Frank Asher?”

      “How should I know?”

      “Her father hired you to find her. You must have looked into her background, talked to her friends and people who knew her.”

      “I did, but none of them ever mentioned a Frank Asher.” No one had mentioned any men in Andi’s life, outside of her father and a few very casual acquaintances. None of the photos and articles Kayla had viewed online linked Andi with a man. At the time, Kayla had thought it was a little unusual that a woman as attractive and seemingly outgoing as Andi didn’t have a boyfriend, or at least an ex-boyfriend.

      “Maybe he wasn’t a friend of hers then,” Dylan said. “Maybe her father knew him. It’s not unreasonable to think a senator would know an FBI agent. Maybe you weren’t the only person the senator had tailing his daughter. Maybe he sent the Fed after her, too.”

      “Or maybe Asher is the father of Andi’s baby.”

      Dylan stopped so abruptly she almost plowed into him. “She has a baby?”

      “She’s pregnant. Didn’t you notice?” Kayla gestured toward her own stomach.

      He flushed. “I thought maybe she was just a little too fond of cheeseburgers or beer or something.” He patted his own flat belly.

      She stared at him. “I can’t believe you said that.”

      “What did you expect? I’m a cop and a rancher—two professions known for plain speaking.” He started walking again, long strides covering ground quickly so that she had to trot to catch up with him.

      “You’re a rancher?” she asked.

      “My family has a ranch near here. In Ouray County.” He pulled out his keys and hit the button to unlock the FJ Cruiser.

      That explained a lot—from the way he seemed so at home in this rugged landscape, to the swagger in his walk that was more cowboy than cop.

      He climbed in and started the engine even before she had her door closed. “If Asher is the father of Andi’s baby, it would explain why she was so torn up over the news of his death,” he said as he put the vehicle in gear and guided it onto the washboard road. “But why would she have told him to stay away from the camp?”

      “I thought she joined the Family to get away from her father and his lifestyle,” Kayla said. “But maybe she was trying to get away from Asher. Maybe he was the one who wanted her to get rid of the baby. Or maybe he was abusive.”

      “Would she carry on like that over a man who had abused her?”

      “I don’t know. Love can make people do crazy things, I guess.” After all, her own mother had followed Kayla’s father across the United States and back, sticking with him even when he cheated on her and lied to her.

      “Are you speaking from personal experience?”

      The question jolted her. “Why would you even ask something like that?”

      “I’m just curious.” He kept his gaze focused on the road, but she sensed most of his attention was fixed on her. “Something in the way you said that made me think you don’t have too high an opinion