“You think whoever it is will try again?”

“Depends on if this crash was a success or a failure.”

“At warning her.”

Or killing her.

He couldn’t even say it out loud—it made it too real. A shiver went through him. He suppressed it, tried to think. “How would...anybody even know she was here? She’s a ferry ride away from home.”

“Wouldn’t take much imagination to find her at the cemetery on yesterday’s date, if they know anything at all about her. Maybe they would have tried there, if Hayley and I—and you—hadn’t shown up. And then we went back to her place with her.”

“You think she was followed from her place over here?”

“Could be. I didn’t notice a tail on us, but Amanda left a couple of minutes after we did, so they could have hung back and waited for her.”

“So...follow her over here, steal a car, come after her, then abandon the car a county away and leave in the original car?”

“Thought out a bit, if so. Not using their own car because it could be caught on the ferry cams coming or going, then abandoning the stolen car a county away, although that might have backfired on them.”

“Because it was discovered fairly soon?”

Quinn nodded. “Same day. They may have been hoping for a week or so.”

“City thinking,” Adam said. “Figured dumping it in a rural area would buy them time, without realizing that things like that stand out like crazy to locals.”

“Exactly. The person who called it in said it didn’t belong to anyone in the area because he knew all their cars.”

“They,” he said slowly, realizing Quinn had been saying that all along. “It would have to be at least two. One to drive their vehicle and one to pick up the other, who did the hit-and-run and then abandoned the car.”

“Yes.”

The rain was getting lighter, and the weather ache in his arm lessening. He flexed it again to be sure.

“They haven’t talked you into a joint replacement yet?” Adam drew back sharply. Quinn shrugged. “Seems logical at this point.” Then, with an upward quirk of his mouth, added, “And, Foxworth has friends everywhere.”

He blinked. “You’ve been...what, checking up on me?”

“You’ve been on our radar since that night. Lot of people worried about you.”

“Lot more probably glad to see me gone.”

“They weren’t there that night. I was. It wasn’t your fault.”

“But—”

“All you had to go on was what you’d been told.”

“Right.” He’d been through this so many times it barely registered anymore. He looked up. The rain had stopped, his arm an accurate gauge once again.