Ranger's Justice. Lara Lacombe

And I’m a fairly big guy.”

      “Very good,” she said softly. “I’m impressed you picked up on that. We’ll make a profiler out of you yet, Quinn.”

      He blushed but didn’t reply.

      “There’s just one thing that bothers me about this,” she said.

      “Only one?” Quinn joked lamely.

      Rebecca acknowledged his point with a nod. “Why haven’t we heard from anyone who knows the victims? These women didn’t pop out of thin air. They had families, friends. Why has no one reported them missing? You just said hikers are savvy about safety, so it’s unlikely they came to the park alone. Someone should have noticed when they didn’t return.”

      “Maybe he’s not meeting them in the park,” Quinn said. “What if he’s bringing them in from one of the neighboring towns?”

      “Good point,” she said. “Sounds like I need to widen my search.”

      “I’ll go with you,” he said impulsively. Rebecca raised one eyebrow in surprise. “The people in these little towns aren’t always welcoming to outsiders. I’m not going to get in your way, but I don’t think you should go by yourself.” He didn’t like the thought of her going off alone, especially not with a murderer on the loose. As an FBI agent she’d probably had self-defense training, but she still could be overpowered by the brute strength of a determined assailant. Quinn didn’t have any illusions regarding his fighting prowess, but he was on the larger side and knew how to throw a punch.

      When Rebecca didn’t reply, he added, “If you don’t want me to tag along, at least take a police officer with you.”

      “That won’t be necessary,” she replied. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “I think you’ll do just fine.”