“Thank you again for rescuing me and JJ today. I’m thankful God was looking out for all of us.”
Reid frowned. “You’re welcome, of course, but I’ve seen too much to believe there’s a God. There’s so much evil in the world.”
“Of course, there’s evil out there. We live in a fallen world. We weren’t meant to live in this, but sin has invaded and darkened people.”
“Isn’t that the truth.” He harrumphed and took a seat at the table.
“For all the evil things you’ve seen, haven’t you seen just as much good? Not just good people but unexplainable and wonderful things.”
“I’ve encountered a few good people, but in the end, they usually end up disappointing me. Even the ones I thought never would.” He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, obviously thinking about someone specific.
She placed her hand on his forearm. “That’s the thing. People are bound to disappoint you, but God never will.”
“So you say.” He stood and grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator. “Want one?”
“No, thank you.” What she wanted was to dig deeper into the man standing across from her. There were some mighty hurts he was hiding. She wanted to help but got the impression he wouldn’t welcome it. The best thing she could do was to pray for him.
“Let’s talk about what happened today. Did you get to see the envelope?”
“One of the men shoved an envelope in his jacket before we left.”
“Can you describe it to me?”
She wasn’t sure what good it would do, but she’d try. “It looked like a normal envelope.”
“Was it like the size of a number 10 envelope, or was it a larger one? One that would hold 8.5 by 11 sheets of papers laid flat?”
“It was a big one.”
“Okay. Was it thick like it was full of paper or thin like just a sheet or two?”
“It was thin. He folded it in half easily.”
“So, it could have been a check, maybe? He used a large envelope to disguise it.”
“But why would he send me a check? The money is always direct deposited into the account he had set up.”
“That’s a good question. Maybe, Joe’s wife would know.”
The last thing Quinn wanted to do was talk to Victoria again. It hadn’t been Victoria’s fault that Joe had duped Quinn, but she still held bitterness about the whole situation. She would do anything to protect her son, though—even face a painful past. She busied herself checking on JJ while Reid made the call.
“She said she’d meet us at the diner in the morning.” Reid laid his phone on the table.
“Do you think that’s wise? I mean, we’ve been told to lay low. Look at what happened today.” She felt safe at the cabin. No one knew where they were.
“I think the police can only do so much. Right now, their focus is on who is doing this. Yes, they’ll be looking for a motive. Maybe, Victoria knows something that can tell us the motive, and it will help the police find the suspects.”
She wasn’t so sure, but Detective Jacobs had said they had limited manpower. What harm could come of talking to Victoria?
“I’m a private investigator, remember. This is my job. Investigating people and things.” He placed his hand over hers.
His touch sent a shiver up her spine. Blood had started to soak through his bandages. “Your hand is still bleeding.”
He looked at his hand. “I’ll have to get some new bandages tomorrow.”
“Hold that thought.” She went to her room and grabbed the first aid kit. She laid the plastic box on the table. “Let me see your hand.” She held hers out.
“Why?”
