But she kept the thought to herself. It wasn’t true. She’d told herself so a hundred times as the six of them had been driven from Alturas to Reno, traveling in two FBI vans as their personal vehicles had been taken into evidence. Gideon and Rafe had been extremely irritated by this, but it was necessary. Ephraim had tampered with their engines. They had to be certain that he hadn’t done more than steal their spark plugs.

“Erin is out of surgery,” Rafe told Molina wearily. He looked like he’d aged twenty years in the past four hours. “She should make a full recovery in time. Sasha only needed stitches—it was just a graze. She and my mother are with Erin now. They’ll stay with her until she can be released, and they’ll all go back to my parents’ house.”

“That’s good,” Molina said. She looked over at Gideon. “And you? You’re all right, too?”

Gideon was glaring at Mercy—really, he hadn’t stopped glaring since the bullets had stopped flying—but now turned to his boss with a sigh. “Physically, yes.” His hand had taken one of Ephraim’s first shots, but there would be no lasting damage and for that, Mercy was grateful. His bruised ribs seemed to be giving him more pain at the moment. Thankfully the Kevlar had stopped the bullets, but the impact wasn’t insignificant. “I won’t be boxing anytime soon, but I suppose that’s a small price to pay.”

Daisy’s lips twitched. “You didn’t box before, Gideon.”

He smiled down at her, a true smile. “That’s why it’s a small price to pay.”

Molina shook her head, maybe even fondly, Mercy thought.

“Captain Holmes?” Molina leaned forward to look at André and Farrah, who sat at the end of the row. “Dr. Romero? You are also all right?”

“I’ll be fine,” André said, his deep voice a soft rumble. “Farrah is shaken up, but we’ll both be okay.”

Farrah only nodded her agreement, her lips pressed firmly together. But she squeezed Mercy’s hand encouragingly, which was exactly what Mercy needed at the moment.

“Glad to hear it.” Molina crossed her arms. “Tell me what happened.”

They’d been put in a private waiting area at Molina’s request, having informed the hospital that the shooter was still out there, his behavior unpredictable. A federal agent out of the Reno office had positioned himself outside the door to the waiting room as soon as they’d been shown in.

Mercy wondered if it was to keep Ephraim and the press out, or to keep the six of them in. Because now that the pleasantries were over, Molina looked pissed off.

Mercy cleared her throat. “This is my responsibility. I wanted to check out a store where an Eden quilt had been purchased.”

Molina nodded. “Agent Hunter told me that Gideon had mentioned the quilts. What happened then?”

“We drove to Snowbush and found the jewelry box in the general store.” It had also been taken into evidence, and Mercy had almost cried at the loss. “It was made by my stepfather, in Eden. I recognized his handiwork.” She went on to explain what had happened in the store, that the young woman behind the counter had remembered DJ Belmont. “We didn’t know Ephraim was tracking us.”