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The media beat Peter Reiniger to the airport in Sonora. The flash flood—and the rockslides, the station wagon that washed into the river, and a school bus that had nearly been swept away—had brought news crews to the Sierra foothills. Through the window of the G5, Reiniger saw reporters and photographers and a TV crew from Sacramento, with its television cameras, its microphones, its van with the microwave dish on top. His private jet was the most exciting thing to land in the pine-covered hills for at least half an hour.
The plane eased to a stop. Reiniger opened the door himself while the engines were still screaming. Waiting outside the terminal building was Autumn.
The steps came down. Reiniger climbed out and ran across the wet runway. Autumn stood solemnly, her curls rising in the wind like a corona. The morning sun reflected from the rainwater on the ground, blinding gold. She was wearing a jean jacket and hiking boots he didn’t recognize. She was pale. She had dark circles under her eyes.
Where was Dustin? Reiniger would have expected to see him holding Autumn up. Instead, Lark was beside his daughter. Autumn hugged the chubby girl, said something to her, quietly. Lark squeezed her back. Autumn turned and strode toward him.
He crossed the distance in seconds. The jet’s engines wound down behind him. He grasped Autumn by the shoulders, fighting emotion. The media was watching.
“Thank God.” He embraced her. “You’re safe. It’s over.” He squeezed her hard. She felt edgy and exhausted and resistant.
She pulled back. “I’m safe.”
Her eyes were dry. She stood as stiff as a door. Was she still terrified?
“It’s okay. You don’t have to be afraid anymore,” he said.
He glanced at the crowd outside the terminal. Lark was sensible and grounded. If Autumn lost it, Lark could pick up the pieces. Lark could get Autumn to hold it together.
“Where is everybody?” he said.
“Didn’t you hear?”
He smiled. “Hear what?”
She looked astonished. “Don’t you know? Dustin’s dead. Grier’s dead.”
Reiniger felt all the heat in his body evaporate.
“It was Dane Haugen,” she said.
Reiniger’s hands wouldn’t seem to work. Or his tongue. He tried to take Autumn’s hand and couldn’t raise his arm. He felt frozen.
“You knew it was Haugen, didn’t you?” she said.
Her gaze felt like raw heat. He nodded. “He wanted me to ransom you.”
“It was revenge, wasn’t it? Because you fired him. Because he freaked out on an Edge Adventures weekend.”
“Autumn, not here.”
“You’d been letting him do whatever he wanted until then. But he couldn’t cut it in your playground, so you cut him loose.”
“Not here,” he said, glancing at the news crews. But she wouldn’t move. Finally, Reiniger said, “He’s a bad man.”
“He’s dead too. And so is the Bad Cowboy. I killed him.”
Reiniger felt the words go through him. They made no sense. “What do you mean, killed him? Like, a game? You got him out of your system?”
“I shot him with Haugen’s three-fifty-seven revolver.” She waited, frosty and implacable. “We have to call Grier’s family. And Dustin’s.”
He rubbed his forehead. “Right.”
“You didn’t pay him the money, did you?” she said.
“No. I didn’t.”
“What did he want you to do?”
He didn’t want to discuss this. “It’s irrelevant. It’s done now. You’re safe.”
“He was going to make a killing in the market, wasn’t he?”
“Autumn. Enough. You’re out of it. You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“But you were willing to pull all kinds of dirty tricks to buy my way out of there, right? And let Haugen fly off in your jet?”
“I’m your father. I’d do anything to save you. Anything.”
“That’s the problem.”
She turned and headed toward the small terminal. Cameras and microphones perked up and swung their way. Reiniger hurried after her.
“Where are you going?” he said.
“Leaving.”
“So get on the jet.”
“No. We’re driving back to the hospital to see Noah and Peyton. Then we’re going to talk about your money.”
“Autumn—”
She turned, slowly, with great deliberation. “Did you pull cash out of Reiniger Capital?”
“Yes.” He was hot now. “It can’t be undone. I’m on the line for all of it.”
“Good. Because you’re going to take the proceeds and put them toward Noah’s recuperation, and Peyton’s. And money for scholarships in Grier’s and Dustin’s names. And we’ll find out from the sheriff’s office what they need, and you’ll set up a trust fund in memory of the deputy who died last night. And another for the family of the rancher who was killed.”
Autumn stood in front of him, dirty and exhausted, and wearing it like a badge of honor and rage and friendship. Lark watched her with open pride in her eyes.
Reiniger hesitated, incredulous. His daughter was steel.
“Have the Edge game runners been found?” she said.
He nodded. “They’re all alive.”
“Great.” She looked relieved. “That’s wonderful. Put them on the payroll at Reiniger Capital.”
“Excuse me?”
“They’re going to need new jobs.”
He paused. “I think you’re confused—”
“They’ll need new jobs, because you’re going to pay whatever it takes to buy Edge Adventures. And shut it down.”
“Autumn. Get real.”
Her smile was chilly. “Right. Real. In that case, you buy Edge. And I’ll shut it down.”
She put an arm around Lark. Reiniger stood on the runway like he’d been struck by lightning. He watched Autumn walk away.
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