Then her father spotted her. His loopy grin aimed her way as he-Jesus-took the redhead's hand, gave it a little swing. He waved at Rowan with his free hand before he said something to the face-caressing redhead, who actually had the nerve to smile in Rowan's direction. Still holding hands, they strolled toward the fence and Rowan.

"Hi, honey. I didn't realize you were here." "I ... I'm low on the jump list, so."

"I'm glad you came by." He laid his fingers over the ones she had curled on the fence, effectively linking the three of them. "Ella, this is my daughter, Rowan.

Ro, Ella Frazier. She just did her first AFF."

"It's great to meet you. Lucas has told me so much about you." "Oh, yeah?

Funny, he hasn't told me a thing about you."

"You've been pretty busy." Obviously oblivious, Lucas spoke cheerfully. "We keep missing each other. Ella's princ.i.p.al of Orchard Homes Academy."

A high-school princ.i.p.al. Tony private school. Another strike against bimbo status. d.a.m.n it.

"Her son bought her a tandem jump as a gift," Lucas went on, "and she got hooked. You should've had your family here for this, Ella," he continued. "Your grandkids would've loved it."

And a grandmother ? What kind of father-face-sucking bimbo was this?

"I wanted to make sure I handled it before they came to watch. Next time. In fact, I'm going to go in and talk to Marcie about setting it up. It was nice to meet you, Rowan. I hope we see more of each other." Though her voice was mild and polite, the quick clash when the two women's gazes met made it clear they understood each other. "I'll see you inside, Lucas."

Yeah, keep walking, Rowan thought. Make tracks. "So what did you think?" Lucas asked, eagerly. "I've been hoping you'd get a break so you could meet Ella. It's cool you happened to be here for her first AFF."

"Her form's not bad. She had a good flight. Listen, Dad, why don't we grab some lunch in the cafe? There's-"

"Ella and I are having a picnic lunch out here to celebrate her dive. Why don't you join us? It'll give the two of you a chance to get to know each other."

Was he kidding? "I don't think so, but thanks. Riding third wheel doesn't suit me." "Don't be silly. If I know Ella, she made plenty. She's a h.e.l.l of a cook."

"Just-just-" She had to untangle her tongue. "How long has this been going on? What's going on? Kissing on the jump spot, hand-holding, picnic lunches?

Jesus, Dad, are you sleeping with her?"

He pokered up, a look she knew meant she'd hit a nerve.

"I think that would come under the heading of my personal business, Rowan.

What's your problem here?"

"My problem, other than the kissing, holding and so on in front of G.o.d, crew and visitors, is I came over here because I needed to talk to my father, but you're obviously too busy with Princ.i.p.al Hotpants to spare any for me."

"Watch it." His fingers tightened on hers before she could jerk away. "Don't you use that tone with me. I don't give a d.a.m.n how old you are. If you need to talk to me, come inside. We'll talk."

"No, thanks," she said, coldly polite. "Go ahead and take care of your personal business. I'll take care of my own. Excuse me." She pulled her fingers free. "I have to get back to base."

She recognized the combination of anger and disappointment on his face, something rarely seen and instantly understood. She swung away from it, strode away from him, her back stiff with resentment. And her heart aching with what she told herself was betrayal.

Her temper only built on the walk back, then took a bitter spike when she heard the siren blast. She broke into a run, covering the remaining distance to the base where she could already see jumpers on the scramble and the jump plane taxiing onto the runway.

She hit the ready room, shoving aside the bitterness as she had the stress-as something to be taken out and examined later. She grabbed gear off the speed rack for Cards. "Payette?"

"That's the one." He zipped his let-down rope into the proper pocket. "Zulies to the rescue!" She looked in his eyes. "Have a good one."

"It's in the cards." He let out a chortle before waddling toward the waiting plane. She went through the same procedure with Trigger while Gull helped Dobie.

In minutes she stood watching the plane take off without her.

"Secondary blaze blew up," Gull told her. "Idaho's already spread thin. One of their second load got hung up on the jump, broke his arm, and they've got two more injuries on the ground."

"Aren't you well informed?"

"I like to keep up with current events." He re-angled his ball cap to gain more shade from the bill as he followed the plane into the sky. "Such as the dry lightning doing a smackdown up in Flathead. You didn't spend much time at your dad's."

"Are you keeping track of me?"

"Just using my keen powers of observation. They also tell me you're severely p.i.s.sed." "I don't like being grounded when I'm fit to jump." "You're on the list," he reminded her. "And?" "And, what?"

"And what else has you severely p.i.s.sed?"

"You and your keen powers of observation are about to, so aim them elsewhere." She started to stalk off, then, too riled to hold it in, stalked back.

"I go up to see my father, spend some time with him, talk this c.r.a.p over with him because that's what we do. When I get there he's doing an AFF with a student. A student who happens to be a woman. A redhead. One who, the minute they're on the ground, jumps him like my old dog Butch used to jump a Frisbee. Then he's swinging her around, and then he's kissing her.

Kissing her, right there, a serious lip-locking, body-twining kiss no doubt involving tongues."

"The best do. So ... I'm working my way through that report, trying to pinpoint what p.i.s.sed you off." "Did I just tell you my father kissed that redhead?"

"You did, but I'm having a tough time seeing why that flipped your switch.

You're acting like you've never seen your old man kiss a woman before."

When she said nothing, only stood with her eyes like smoldering blue ice, he let out a half laugh of genuine surprise. "Seriously? You've seriously never seen him kiss a woman? The man has to have superhuman discretion."

Gull stopped again, shook his head and gave her a light slap on the shoulder.

"Come on, Ro. You're not going to tell me you think he actually hasn't b.u.mped lips with a female in-how old are you, exactly?"

"He doesn't date."

"So you said when he had the date with the lady client for drinks ... Aha. Now my intrepid deductive skills mesh with my keen powers of observation to conclude this would be the same woman." "She says she's a high-school princ.i.p.al. It's pretty d.a.m.n clear they're sleeping together."

"I guess getting called into the princ.i.p.al's office has taken on a whole new meaning for your dad."

"f.u.c.k you."

"Whoa." He caught her arm as she spun around. "You're jealous? You're actually jealous because your father's interested in a woman-who's not you?"

Heat-temper, embarra.s.sment-slapped into her cheeks. "That's disgusting and untrue."

"You're p.i.s.sed and jealous, and genuinely hurt because your father may be in a romantic relationship with a woman. That's not disgusting or untrue, Rowan, but it sure strikes me as petty and selfish."

Something very akin to the disappointment she'd just seen on her father's face moved over Gull's. "When's the last time he threw a tantrum because you were involved with someone?"

Now she felt petty, and that only fueled her temper. "My feelings and my relationship with my father are none of your business. You don't know a d.a.m.n thing about it, or me. And you know what, I'm pretty G.o.dd.a.m.n sick of being dumped on, from Dolly and vindictive bulls.h.i.t, to tight-a.s.sed special agents, my father's disappointment to your c.r.a.ppy opinion of me. So you can just-"

The shrilling siren sliced off her words.

"Looks like me and my c.r.a.ppy opinion have to get going." Gull turned his back on her and walked back to the ready room. It was almost more than she could swallow, standing on the ground again while the plane flew north.

"If this keeps up, they'll have to send us up."

She glanced over at Matt. "The way my luck's going, L.B.'ll cross me off and send Marg if we get another call. How did you rate the bas.e.m.e.nt?" "He feels like I'm too twisted up about Dolly, because of my niece. Maybe I am."

"I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking."

"It's okay. I keep expecting them to come back, say it's all a mistake." He held his cap in his hands, turning it around and around in them and leaving his floppy cornsilk hair uncovered.

"It can't be right, you know, for a baby to lose her father before she's even born, then her mother so soon after." He turned to Rowan, and she thought he looked unbearably young and exposed.

"It isn't right," she said.

"But things, I guess things just aren't always right. I guess ... it's like fate."

He leaned into her a little when she hooked an arm around his waist. "It's harder on you, maybe," he said, "than me." "Me?"

"You found her. If it's her. Even if it's not, finding whoever it was. It's awful you were the one who found her." "We'll both get through it, Matt."

"That's what I keep telling myself. I keep thinking of Shiloh, and telling myself that whatever happens, we'll make sure she's okay. I mean, she's just a baby."

"The Brakemans and your family will take care of her."

"Yeah. Well, I guess I'll go up to the loft, try to get my mind on something else." "That's a good idea. I'll be up in a few minutes." She went back to her quarters first, locked herself in. Though she knew it was self-pity, that it was useless, she sat on the floor, leaned back against the bed and had a good cry.

CHAPTER 16

The cry emptied out the temper and the self-pity. For a trade-off she accepted the splitting headache, and downed the medication before splashing cold water on her face.

One of the problems with being a true blonde with fair skin, she mused, giving herself the hard eye in the mirror, was that after a jag she resembled someone who'd gotten a brutal sunburn, through cheesecloth.

She splashed some more, then wrung out a cold cloth. She gave herself ten minutes flat on her back on the bed, the cloth over her face, to let the meds and the cool do their job.

So she'd overreacted, she thought. Beat her with a brick.

She'd apologize to her father for sticking her nose in his business since he now had business he didn't want her to stick her nose into. And she d.a.m.n well expected the same courtesy from a certain fastfooted, hotshot rookie, so he'd better come back safe.

She checked her face again, decided she'd do. Maybe she didn't look her best, but she didn't look as if she'd spent the last twenty minutes curled up on the floor, blubbering like a big baby.

On her way toward Operations to check on the status of the crews, she caught sight of Special Agent DiCicco walking toward her. "Ms. Tripp."

"Look, I know you've got a job to do, but we've got two loads out. I'm heading to Ops, and don't have time to go over ground I've already gone over."

"I'm sorry, but I will need to speak with you, as well as members of the crew and staff. The remains you discovered yesterday have been positively identified as Dolly Brakeman." "h.e.l.l." Sick, Rowan pressed her forehead, and rubbed it side to side. "Oh, h.e.l.l.

How? How did she die?"

"Since some of those details will make the evening news, I can tell you cause of death was a broken neck, possibly incurred in a fall."

"A fall? You'd have to fall really hard and really wrong. Not an accidental fall, not when she left her car one place and ended up in another." DiCicco's face remained impa.s.sive, her eyes level. "This is a homicide investigation, coordinated with an arson investigation. Your instincts on both counts appear to have been right on target." "And being right makes me a suspect."

"I'm not prepared to eliminate anyone as a suspect, but you have an alibi for the time frame. The fact is, you and the victim had an adversarial relationship. It's an avenue I need to explore."

"Explore away. Be Magellan. I didn't look for trouble with her. If I could've punched her on the infamous day of the blood of the pigs, I would have. And she'd have earned it. I think she should've been charged for what she did to our equipment, and spent some quality time in jail. I don't think she should've died for either of those offenses. She was-"

Rowan broke off as a truck roared in, fishtailing as it swerved in her direction.

She grabbed DiCicco's arm to yank her back even as DiCicco grabbed hers to do the same.

The truck braked with a shriek, spewed up clouds of road dust.

"Jesus Christ! What the h.e.l.l are you ..." She trailed off as she recognized the man leaping out of the truck as Leo Brakeman, Dolly's father. "My daughter is dead." He stood there, meaty hands balled into white- knuckled fists at his sides, his former All-State left tackle's body quivering, his face-wide and hard-reddened.

"Mr. Brakeman, I'm sorry for-"

"You're responsible. There's nothing left of her but burned bones, and you're responsible."

"Mr. Brakeman." DiCicco stepped between Rowan and Brakeman, but Rowan shifted to the side, refusing the shield. "I explained to you that I and the full resources of my agency will do everything possible to identify your daughter's killer. You need to go home, be with your wife and your granddaughter."

"You'll just cover it up. You work for the same people. My daughter would be alive today if not for that one." When he pointed his finger, Rowan felt the raging grief behind it stab like a blade.

"She got Dolly fired because she couldn't stand being reminded of how she let Jim Brayner die. She got her fired so Dolly had to drive all the way down to Florence to find work. If she didn't kill my girl with her own hands, she's the reason for it.

"You think you're so important?" he raged at Rowan. "You think you can ride on your father's coattails, and because your name's Tripp you can push people around? You were jealous of my girl, jealous because Jim tossed you over for her, and you couldn't stand it. You let him die so she couldn't have him."

"Leo." L.B., with a wall of men behind him, moved forward. "I'm sorry about Dolly. Every one of us is sorry for your loss. But I'm going to ask you once to get off this property." "Why don't you fire her? Why don't you kick her off this base like she was trash, the way you did my girl? Now my girl's dead, and she's standing there like it was nothing."

"This isn't a good time for you to be here, Leo." L.B. kept his voice low, quiet.

"You need to go home and be with Irene."