Page 24 of Scene of the Crime


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At some point, he would catch on. He wasn’t exactly a newbie. The man had been a Fed, and then a Hunter, and was now a Fed again. He rolled as her partner, so he could see shit coming a mile away.

This was challenging at best.

Next weekend, they would be heading back home, and sneaking the kids back too, so she just had to hold on and get through this.

Fingers were crossed.

Oh, and she couldn’t drop the ball on this.

All she wanted was to be back in DC to smell the city air, and to remind herself that she was just doing this temporarily.

Yeah, she didn’t believe that.

Not.

At.

All.

This felt veryLONGterm.

What she’d noticed after they walked in after Ethan had told them he needed to stay was that her husband, the other raven, had found inner peace since coming back.

The bottom line was that he was thriving here.

Blackhawk was making his life here, and she knew there were only so many options. Her choices were limited.

It was break up the family and move half of them home, or take one for the team and stay here to the bitter end.

Well, she was wearing her big girl panties on this one. That was for sure.

All she could hope was this all worked out, or she was going to be holding court in FBI West until she retired in seventeen years.

Yay.

What she wanted to do was fix everything to make Ethan feel better, but she knew that was his journey, and not hers.

He was coming alive here, and it came down to her staying married, or giving him space.

This was a bad place to be.

Seriously.

Only, she didn’t complain out loud, so Ethan wouldn’t feel guilty for taking this for himself.

Mum was the word.

At least the kids were happy here, too.

There was that.

When she glanced over, she saw two Marines flanking her, and she knew one was behind her. Running was the only thing that gave her peace, and running in the haunted house wasn’t the same thing.

So, she was on the rez, logging miles in the open air where she could think.

How many miles did it take to forget you lived in a haunted house and were miserable there?

Ten miles to be exact.