I figured he was somewhere down a hole in the mountains where nobody but the bears would find him.” McKenna Rigsby looked up at Nick Darcy, carrying out a whole silent conversation in that one glance. Olivia had been tangentially involved in the ruse Rigsby and Darcy had set up to trap Darryl Boyle, an FBI agent who’d stupidly tried to co-opt the Blue Ridge Infantry to create a domestic terror act devastating enough to make the government finally start rooting out radicals from within the US borders. But Boyle had turned the tables on Rigsby, and if she and Darcy hadn’t been able to convince the head of the Blue Ridge Infantry that Boyle wasn’t the ally he made himself out to be, it might have been Rigsby lying dead in the snow rather than Boyle. “I wonder how long he’s been out there,” Darcy murmured, looking troubled. Olivia knew he had never fully made peace with trading Boyle’s life for Rigsby’s, no matter how much he loved her.
