on the way, Chief.” Nix walked back over to the wreck. “What did you hit?”
“The bridge abutment.” Doyle waved his right hand backward, groaning as the movement apparently shifted his broken leg.
“Be still, idiot.” Dana softened her words with a gentle squeeze of his shoulder.
He looked up at her. “Call Laney, will you?” he asked. “She’s probably worried.”
“Okay.” Dana stepped away and pulled out her cell phone, dialing Laney’s number.
Laney answered on the first ring. “Dana?”
“He’s been in an accident, but he’s alive and making jokes.” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Nix bend in to hear whatever Doyle was saying. Gritting her teeth against the flare of curiosity, she gave Laney a quick rundown of Doyle’s injuries. “Rescue’s on the way.”
“Why couldn’t he call?” Laney asked, sounding suspicious, as if she thought Dana wasn’t telling her the whole truth.
“His cell phone fell on the floor, and with his broken leg, he couldn’t stand the pain of trying to reach it.”
“I want to talk to him,” Laney said. “Please?”
Dana knew if she’d been in Laney’s shoes, she’d have demanded the same thing. She took the phone over to her brother.
Nix backed out, not meeting her gaze, giving her room to hand over the phone to Doyle. “Laney wants to talk to you,” she told him.
As Doyle reassured Laney that he’d live, Dana crossed to Nix, who was shining his flashlight on the road behind the wreck. “What are you looking for?”
He didn’t answer, turning the light back toward the truck lying on its side.
“I’m a federal agent,” she said quietly. “And I’m Doyle’s sister.”
“You’re on vacation, and he’s my boss.”
“What did he tell you while I was calling Laney?”
“He just went over what he remembers of the accident.”
Such a dodge, she thought. “Which was what?”
Nix’s dark eyes turned toward her, gleaming darkly in the reflection of the flashlight beam off the cracked windshield. “He hit the bridge abutment.”
“I heard that much.” She took the flashlight from his hand and aimed the beam toward the bridge visible about thirty yards behind the wreck. It was a truss bridge, not particularly long, but the land fell away precipitously beyond the nearest edge, and a quick hike down the road revealed why. The bridge stood over a deep gorge, at least a thirty-foot drop, with a narrow ribbon of water reflecting starlight below.
If Doyle had missed the abutment and gone over the edge into the gorge...
She shuddered and walked back toward the truck, stopping midway as a sudden thought occurred to her.
“Detective Nix, what’s the name of this bridge?” She turned the flashlight toward him, centering the beam on his face so she could read his expression.
He squinted, angling his face away from the light. “Purgatory Bridge.”
Dana’s heart dipped. She turned slowly and ran the flashlight beam over the delicate ironwork of the bridge, blinking back a sudden burn of tears. She’d crossed this bridge earlier on her way into town. Passed over it without a thought.
Never realizing she’d crossed over the place of her parents’ deaths.
She made her way slowly back to the wreck, schooling her features until she was certain her emotions didn’t show. She gave the flashlight back to Nix and bent to look in on her brother. He’d finished his conversation with Laney and sat with his hands folded over his chest, clutching her cell phone in his bloodstained fingers.
“You doing okay?” she asked softly.
He looked up, handing over the phone. “Laney wanted to come down here, but I told her to stay put until I find out where the EMTs want to ship me.”
Dana glanced at Nix and found him watching them, his expression unreadable. With a sigh, she bent closer to her brother. “What really happened, Doyle? You’re a good driver. You didn’t just run into a bridge.”
He met her gaze, a hint of apology in his green eyes. “And it’s your vacation, too,” he murmured.
“What happened?”
Closing his eyes, he laid his head against the headrest. “The brakes failed.”
A ripple of dread snaked through her. “How long since you had them replaced?”
He rolled his head and opened his eyes to look at her. “Last week.”
Nix’s voice rumbled behind her, grim as the grave. “Someone tampered with his brakes.”
Chapter Two
“Have there been any overt threats?”
Nix looked up at Dana Massey, wondering if she was ever going to run out of restless energy and stop pacing a hole in the waiting-room floor. He’d taken pity on Laney Hanvey, who looked as if she was close to snapping as it was, and removed Doyle’s sister to the other end of the waiting area, where she could walk the floor to her heart’s content.
“No overt threats,” Nix answered when she stopped in front of him, a belligerent look in her mist-green eyes. “But he’s not without enemies.”
She sank into a chair across from him, as if she’d run out of gas. Stretching her long legs in front of her, she dipped her chin to her chest and looked at him beneath a fringe of dark eyelashes. “So Merritt Cortland is alive, then.”
“Can’t be sure of that.”
“He has the strongest motive.”
Nix nodded. “But not the only motive.”
“Who else?”
“We haven’t yet figured out who else from the police department Cortland might have had on his payroll. The closer we look, the more feathers we ruffle.”
“Whose feathers?”
What did she think she was going to do, go run down every police department employee who ever grumbled about the new chief’s campaign of cleaning out all vestiges of corruption? There wouldn’t be much of a force left. Even those who’d never thought a minute about taking money from Cortland resented being under constant scrutiny. Nix certainly did.
But he knew it was necessary, so he dealt with it. Others in the department weren’t quite as sanguine.
“Everybody gets tired of being a suspect,” Nix answered.
“Too bad.”
