Smokies Special Agent. Lena Diaz

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      “Not if they didn’t know to look for it. You never spoke to me after the shooting. You didn’t ask me why I shot Vale. You didn’t know he had a gun, so you wouldn’t have told the techs to look for one.”

      “Valid point. Rangers McAlister and Grady took you into custody before I went down the mountain with the medical team. Did you mention at any time to either of them that you thought Vale had a gun?”

      Once again, he found the hole in her argument. She clenched her jaw in frustration. Of course she’d told them that Vale had a gun. She didn’t want someone to think that she’d just arbitrarily shot an unarmed man.

      “I’ll take that as a yes,” he continued. “I’ll be sure to verify that with the rangers. But I imagine it will be in McAlister’s report. He’s the one who would have sent the crime scene guys up there, too. And I’m sure he would have told them to perform a thorough search for a second gun. Again, I’ll happily verify that when I read their reports. Just to be extra certain, I’ll ask them, too. But we both know what they’ll say. They looked for a gun. They didn’t find one. Again, this would be a really good time to come clean, to dig yourself out of the hole you’re getting into.”

      She shook her head.

      “Let’s start again with why you’re here.”

      “I told you. I’m hiking.”

      “In the winter.”

      “In the winter,” she snapped.

      His brows rose. “Okay. So you like the cold. You like treacherous, slippery trails with snow and ice. Not my thing. But I can see the appeal for some people. The mountains are definitely beautiful with their snowcaps.”

      He was going somewhere with this. She decided not to help him by rising to the bait. She sat back and waited.

      “So you’re out hiking, enjoying the frigid weather. You heard someone else on the trail, behind you, so you—a trained FBI agent—whirled around and shot him. Do I have that right?”

      “I told him to freeze. He didn’t.”

      “Right. Left that part out. You heard someone behind you, whirled around, yelled for him to freeze, then you pulled the trigger.”

      “After he pulled a gun out of his pocket, yes.”

      “Because you thought he was walking on the same trail as you? You assumed he was following you?”

      “Yes. No.” She shook her head in frustration. “It’s more complicated than that.”

      He rested his forearms on the table again. “I’m all ears.”

      She really, really wanted to punch him. “He wasn’t simply following me. He was stalking me through the woods, for quite some time. At least half an hour.”

      His brows rose. “Stalking you?”

      “Hunting me. Matching me stride for stride. When I took a step, he’d take a step, echoing me so that it was difficult to be sure if someone else was out there, following me.”

      “Following you.”

      “Would you quit repeating everything I say?”

      He held up his hands in a placating gesture. “How long have you known Kurt Vale?”

      “Known him? I’ve never met him.”

      “But he’s been stalking you. I think you used the word hunting.”

      “Yes. Exactly. He was hunting me. That’s how it seemed. I could hear footsteps—”

      “Echoing yours.”

      “You’re being condescending.”

      “My apologies.”

      He wasn’t sincere and they both knew it. He was tripping her up, making what had happened seem...trivial. She tried again to explain. “I was scared, okay? I believed he was after me.”

      “Why would he be after you if he didn’t know you?”

      “Because...” She hesitated. Would he believe her if she told him? Things weren’t going so well. If she was on a jury listening in on this conversation right now, she’d lock herself up and throw away the key. Duncan certainly didn’t believe her. That was obvious. He wasn’t likely to believe her wild theories, either, as her boss in Denver called them. Instead of telling Duncan her latest theory, her reason for being here, she tried again to stick to the facts of what had happened. What she needed to do was make him understand her fear, that she’d felt threatened. She would never shoot someone otherwise. She wasn’t a cold-blooded murderer.

      “You’re a man,” she said. “An intimidating one, sizewise, especially to a woman who is half your height, like me.”

      He smiled. “Half might be stretching it.”

      He was back to playing good cop, trying to charm and disarm her with those smiles of his. She cleared her throat. “My point is that even though I’m trained in self-defense, I know my physical limitations. I had a gun with me for protection—”

      “You expected that you might end up in a confrontation and need your weapon?”

      She’d not only expected it. She’d hoped for it. But telling him that would seal her fate.

      “Hope for the best, prepare for the worst. I took my gun with me just in case. This morning, when I was walking the trail, I heard sounds—”

      “Sounds?”

      “Rocks pinging against other rocks, like someone’s feet had accidentally kicked them. A coat or jacket brushing against a tree.”

      “The sounds any hiker might make while heading down a trail.”

      “No, no, you don’t understand.”

      “I want to.” He leaned forward, his dark blue eyes watching her with an intensity that was unnerving. “Make me understand, Remi. Tell me the truth.”

      She could practically hear Jack Nicholson yelling, “You can’t handle the truth,” his famous line from A Few Good Men. Hysterical laughter bubbled up in her throat. She forced it down, drew several long, deep breaths.

      “The sounds I heard weren’t loud or obvious. They were...stealthy. Like someone was trying to be quiet. It was difficult to pinpoint the direction. But someone was definitely following me. Not hiking, like I was. They were actually specifically following me. I’m absolutely one hundred percent certain.” This time she was the one to lean forward, her gaze clashing with his. “I tested my theory. Every once in a while I’d stop, with my foot in the air instead of taking my next step. I heard him, a thump in the distance, as if he was walking in sync with me, using my footsteps to hide the sound of his. But when I stopped suddenly, in midstride, he couldn’t. That’s when I knew for sure. Do you understand?”

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