Charles Dooley, the detective assigned to the case, states that for now the victim is being treated as a John Doe. There was no identification found on the body or anywhere in the room. The fact that there was no trace of drugs or other criminal activity at the scene, suggests that the murder was most likely personal in nature.
Chief medical examiner Greg Foley said pending toxicology results, the manner of death is most likely the gunshot wound to the head. Police plan to release a sketch of the man as soon as possible to help with identification. If anyone you know fitting the victim’s description has gone missing, please contact the Oklahoma City Police Department, Homicide, at …
Quinn closed her eyes, letting out a breath with a shudder. Now she had a letter from Travis’s lawyer saying that since they were still legally married, she inherited all of his possessions, including that horrible house in Bandera County. She was about to go to bed, her head and heart hurting from the day’s events, when she received another text from Rick.
Quinn stared at the text, not blinking until her eyes dried up. Then, it hit her. She snorted when she realized she was having a moment, like the ones in movies—a bolt of lightning right from the sky jolting her to reality. It spoke to her, plainly. Clearly.
It doesn’t matter.
She didn’t need or want to know if Rick found Travis and killed him with a sniper rifle while her ex sat on a bed in a crummy motel. Rick loved her and she loved him, everything else she would just have to take on faith. Something she never had much use for until now.
If Rick said he didn’t kill Travis, well, that would have to be enough for her because if she couldn’t trust h
im to tell her the truth, she couldn’t trust him with her life and her heart. And she did. She had already given Rick both her life and her heart to keep safe and he took the job very, very seriously.
If she doesn’t answer in the next three minutes, I swear I’m going to lose my mind.
Rick was just about to say ‘fuck it’ and head up to Quinn’s apartment, demanding that she discuss this when his phone chimed.
Well thank fuck for that.
He let out a huge breath, finally relaxing after being all tensed up since Quinn fled Mission Control. Rick wasn’t sure if Quinn would have appreciated him busting her door down. He had to make her believe him. He had had no idea Travis was dead, let alone killed the man. Yeah, he could see how she would think that, the way her ex died. But that piece of shit wasn’t worth losing Quinn over. No way.
Taking the stairs two at a time, Rick was knocking on Quinn’s door less than a minute after receiving her text. When it opened, Quinn surprised the hell out of him by leaping into his arms.
“I don’t care. It doesn’t matter, Rick. I love you. Nothing will change that.” Her voice hitched. “I was wrong. I’ll love you no matter what.”
Rick clutched on to her, her words hitting him right in his previously cold, unfeeling heart. “I love you too, doll. So much. But–”
“Shhhhh.” Quinn pulled back, just far enough to see his face. “That’s all I need to know.”
He nodded, not willing to ruin the moment by speaking.
She smiled. That gorgeous, warm smile of hers that sent sparks down his spine every time he saw it.
“I’m hungry, let’s get pizza.”
Rick laughed. “Whatever you want, doll. Anything. I’d do anything for you.”
Her smile faded, becoming serious. “I know you would. That’s why I love you so much.”
He would too. He’d walk to the ends of the earth to make her happy. His brother was right. All it took was a tiny girl with big amber eyes to make him see that everything he knew was a lie. Love was real. Quinn was real. And hopefully, he’d never find out what it was like to lose her. That cold unfeeling heart was now beating warmth and love through his veins. Until it happened, he never would have thought it possible, Ricochet finally hit a target.
Six months later
“Tucker, I’ve got this. You can go home you know.”
Quinn glanced over at her coworker, who looked absolutely exhausted after staying up for the past thirty-six hours straight.
“The mission is done, Ben and Dane are on their way home, so there’s no reason for you to be here.”
Tucker threw his Bluetooth on his desk and stood, raking a hand through his ever-messy brown hair. “I guess you’re right.” He stretched, letting out a huge yawn.
“I usually am.”
The normally reserved man grinned. “Yeah, you are.” He patted her shoulder as he made his way to the door. “Thanks, Quinn. I’ll see you tomorrow at the debriefing.”
“Bye Tucker.”