their table. Baby had been so immersed in his conversation with Quinn that he hadn’t realized the police officer had come in. He didn’t recognize the man, but he wasn’t on a first name basis with every cop in Wyoming.
“Yes sir, how can we help you?”
The cop stared at Quinn. “Ma’am, are you Quinn Harrison–Pritchard?”
Quinn’s eyes widened. “Yes.”
“I’m going to need you to come with me. There’s a warrant out for your arrest.”
Watching that cop put Quinn in the back of his squad car and drive away was the hardest thing Baby had ever had to do.
The trooper wouldn’t give many details, just that the warrant was for breaking and entering, and that he was taking her to the station in Reddington City.
The worst part about it all was the look in Quinn’s eyes—the defeat. As if this was proof that the universe agreed to her self-sabotaging theory.
“I’ll figure out what’s going on and see what needs to be done,” Baby had told her as the cop led her out of the Frontier in handcuffs amidst the whispers of the patrons as they watched the happenings. “I’ll get in touch with Riley if I need to. With all his stunts, I’m sure he has a lawyer on retainer.”
Her eyes were bleak as the cop lowered her into the back seat. “Feed Grizzly for me,” was all she said.
Five minutes after the cop had pulled out, Baby stormed into Gavin Zimmerman’s office.
“Baby. I was just coming to see you.”
“Let me guess, to arrest my girlfriend?”
Gavin looked surprised. “More to let you both know that there was, in fact, a warrant out for her arrest. How did you find out?”
Baby slammed his hand down on Gavin’s desk. “Because some state trooper came into the Frontier and dragged her out in handcuffs.”
Gavin let out a low curse. “I honestly just found out the warrant was legit. The system has been on the fritz all day, spitting out all sorts of craziness. We were notified an hour ago that there was some sort of computer virus in the system statewide. I wanted to double check this one about Quinn before taking action, especially after last time.”
“What last time?”
“She didn’t tell you.” It wasn’t a question.
“What the hell are you talking about, Gavin?”
Gavin gestured toward the chair across from his desk. Reluctantly, Baby took it.
“I had Quinn brought in a few days ago for questioning.”
Baby’s hands balled into fists of their own accord. “About what?” he gritted out.
“About the fact that her prints were on that spray paint can we found in Mr. Wallace’s garbage. The cans that matched the paint used on the graffiti when her house was vandalized.”
“You’re back to thinking she vandalized her own house? What did she say?”
Gavin shrugged. “She said she didn’t remember the can at all. But that maybe it had been there when she was originally cleaning some of the junk out of her house before she moved in.”
“But you didn’t believe her?”
“Actually, I recorded her statement for the official report. That she’d touched the cans when cleaning out the house when she moved in. It wasn’t outside the realm of possibility, and I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt.”
“Thank you, I guess.”
“She was pre-occupied at the time. Carrying on about us not knowing you as well as we thought. I guess I know what that’s all about now.” Gavin raised one eyebrow. “Like we talked about, everyone has secrets.”
But this wasn’t what Baby cared about right now. “Does the paint can have to do with why she was arrested today?”
“No. Someone broke into Teton State College’s computer lab on Wednesday night. Stole some equipment.”
Baby shot out of his chair, his eyes wide. “What the fuck, Gavin? That wasn’t Quinn. Why the hell would she do that? It doesn’t make any sense.”
Gavin remained seated behind his desk, and Baby began to pace. “There’s video footage, Baby. I haven’t seen it, but evidently it identified her enough for them to put out a warrant for her arrest. I was about to come by to see if maybe you guys had been together Wednesday night. If so, I was going to have us all go to Reddington City together to hopefully get this straightened out.”
“But that State Trooper saw her first.” Baby plopped back down in the chair. “And we weren’t together on Wednesday night. The only damned night for weeks we haven’t been together.”
Gavin leaned forward, propping his elbows on his desk. “I don’t like this,