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I nodded and we arranged the meeting.
Chapter Twenty-three
I had trouble getting away. One couple who'd booked a twilight canoe ride decided over dinner that they'd love to tour the range first. They weren't pushy or demanding, but it's hard to say no without a good excuse.
Jack came to my rescue, saying he knew I wanted to check out a downed fence section, so he'd give the range tour. After dinner, I gathered my fence-mending tools and headed out.
I'd told Quinn to meet me at the service lane near the back of the property. I could have driven there, but it was a warm evening and I needed the walk. When I got to the spot almost ten minutes early, he was already there.
He sat on a log with his back to me. He'd changed into a T-shirt and jeans, the shirt tight over broad shoulders, muscles tense. He stretched his legs, crossing them at the ankles, then pulled them in. One hand drummed the log. The other peeled bark from an old birch. His legs went out again. Back in. As nervous as a twelve-year-old waiting in the woods, not sure his "date" will show.
"Trying to kill my trees?" I asked.
He turned so fast he slid backward, awkwardly catching himself before tumbling to the dirt. A sheepish laugh as he stood, brushing the earth from his hands.
"I thought you'd be coming that way," he said, pointing at the path he'd been w
atching. "Which is probably the opposite direction to your place, isn't it?"
"It is."
"Lousy sense of direction."
Silence fell, then hung there, awkward. He made a show of looking behind me.
"No chaperone?"
"Not tonight."
"I'm not sure if that's a good sign or bad." He peered into the woods. "If you see a little red dot of light on my forehead...?"
"I'll let you know."
He shoved his hands in his pockets. "Man, Jack was pissed. Not that he didn't have a right to be, if I'd done what he thought I did, hunting you down."
I leaned against the tree he'd been picking at. "Re mem ber when we first met? Accidentally bumping into you and Felix when Jack had been deliberately keeping me away from you guys? Well, he wasn't just being his usual... overcautious - "
"Paranoid."
I smiled. "Paranoid self. He hadn't wanted us meeting because of my background and your job. He was afraid..."
"Of exactly what happened. That somehow I'd figure out who you were."
"After that run-in, Jack decided keeping me hidden would only raise more questions. There wasn't much chance you'd heard about my case, much less would remember me even if you had. But, now, he feels respon sible."
"I can see that."
I sat on the log. As Quinn lowered himself beside me, he pulled his ID card from his pocket, upside-down.
"If you really don't want to see this, I understand. But I'd like you to."
I took the license and read it: home address, date of birth, and his real name.
" Quincy?"
"Don't laugh."
"I'm not."
