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this. He scanned the beach.
    At least the surrounding sand and rock provided natural insulation, and
    the fire had been set far enough from the trees that escaping sparks
    wouldn’t torch the whole island.

    A log broke in the heart of the fire, releasing another gout of flame,
    another rush of heat. No way could anybody have survived a jump into or
    across that inferno.

    So he should see a body, right? Remains. The human body didn’t
    burn well. Too much water. Even cremation left large fragments of bone.

    There should have been . . . something.

    Instead, the fire burned clear and bright. He sniffed. Even the
    charred smell he’d noticed when he arrived was mostly gone.

    So what the hell had he seen? What the fuck had happened?

    The sand was disturbed in all directions.

    He didn’t have a prayer of processing the scene until morning.

    And he had a naked, bleeding woman on his hands in need of
    medical attention.

    He scanned the fire again, glanced toward the trees. If he was back
    in Portland, he’d have the combined resources of the city police, the fire
    department, and an EMS squad to call on. If he was back in Iraq, he’d
    have the support of his unit.

    Or he could be pinned under a smoking wreck with his femur
    sticking out of his thigh, trying to return enemy fire with an M9 while the
    nineteen-year-old kid next to him bled out into the dirt.

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    Sometimes you had to work with what you had.

    He reached again for his cell phone and felt Maggie’s presence like a
    breath on the back of his neck.

    stay put just because he’d told her to. (His last words to her three
    weeks ago— Hurry back —whispered in his head.)

    He turned.

    She stood on the beach behind him, her body shining like pearl
    through his open jacket, the blood on her forehead gleaming black, and
    her hair a wild glory in the moonlight. A wave of emotion—rage, desire,
    frustration—rushed him, cramping his gut.

    “Why don’t you tell me what happened,” he invited quietly, his eyes
    on her face.

    Her gaze flicked past him to the fire. “You said you would look,”
    she accused.

    Hostility was easier to handle than hysterics, but a part of him
    wished she would cry or cling to him or something— anything that would
    allow him to comfort her.

    “I looked,” he said. “I’ll look again in the morning.”

    “The morning will be too late.”

    “Maggie . . .” He was jealous, he realized. And appalled that his
    personal reactions were intruding on what was now police business. “It’s
    already too late for him.”

    Her lips drew back from her teeth. “Not him . You won’t find him. I
    need what he took from me.”

    Caleb rubbed his smarting forearm thoughtfully. She had bitten him.
    Like an animal. She must really want . . . whatever it was.

    “And what’s that?”

    “In the fire.”

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    “What did he take, Maggie?”

    She stared at him blankly.

    Shock, he thought. He’d seen it before, in victims huddled at the side
    of the road after a car accident, in soldiers on stretchers after an enemy
    attack: the rapid breathing, the dilated pupils, the insistent repetition. She
    was in shock.

    Or concussed.

    He felt a quick lurch of concern. He couldn’t rush her with questions
    like an overzealous rookie conducting his first interview. She needed time
    and medical attention before he could begin to make sense of what had
    happened.

    What had happened? He had seen—Caleb could have sworn he’d
    seen—a man jump into a bonfire without leaving a trace behind. How the
    hell did you make sense of that?

    He flipped open his phone.

    “What are you doing?” Maggie asked.

    “Calling Donna Tomah—our island doctor. You need somebody to
    check out that bump on your head.”

    And do a rape workup, he thought. Deadly anger coiled in his gut.

    She put her hand to her head and looked at her fingers as if she’d
    never seen blood before. Her eyes were dark and dazed.

    Caleb’s jaw set. When he found out

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