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  The North District station was going to have a battle on its hands, and for Matt, it felt like Chicago all over again.

  He grabbed an hour of sleep and by dawn was heading out with Sawyer to talk to the three uninjured climbers. Each of them vehemently denied that drugs or booze had been involved in the previous night’s climb.

  Matt could only hope that the tests run on Trevor proved otherwise. He and Sawyer had just pulled away from the last climber’s house when Matt’s boss called, reaming him for the entire fiasco from start to finish.

  “What?” Sawyer asked when Matt hung up and swore. “The kid take a turn for the worse?”

  “No,” Matt said. “In fact, he woke up long enough to claim that none of them touched the gate, that they honestly believed the trail was open.”

  “Bullshit.”

  “Gets worse,” Matt said. “He also says that I put my hands on him that day I chased him off the peak. That I pushed him.”

  “Little dick syndrome,” Sawyer said. “Fucking punks.”

  “Yes but he’s also a punk with a lawyer, who’s already all over it.”

  “Fine,” Sawyer said. “You have Josh as a witness that you didn’t touch any of them.”

  “There’s still going to be a formal inquiry. I’m going to have to go in front of the board to explain how this happened on a closed trail, a trail I shut down myself.”

  Sawyer shook his head and spoke grimly. “They’re going to blame you for minors vandalizing the gate locks and sign, then trespassing on a closed trail while possibly under the influence. Fuckers.”

  “They’re going to do what they have to in order to resolve this without a lawsuit.” Matt punched Josh’s number into his cell. “Talk to me.”

  “He’s lawyered up.”

  “Tell me something I don’t know,” Matt said. “There’s going to be an inquiry. This is a great time to spill about Wright being under the influence of something.”

  “Shit, Matt.” Josh let out a long breath. “You know I can’t tell you that. He’s a minor. He’s got all sorts of rights.” He paused. “But per protocol, tests have been sent to the labs.”

  Okay, Matt could read between the lines on that one. There was the hope that in case of a lawsuit, the results could be subpoenaed. But hope wasn’t good enough. Hope wasn’t going to save his ass. He disconnected and swore again.

  Sawyer took a look at Matt’s face and whipped his SUV around.

  “What are you doing?”

  “You’re taking me to the site,” Sawyer said. “We’re going on a little evidence scavenger hunt.”

  For the second time in twenty-four hours, Matt climbed up to Widow’s Peak and scoured the area. He and Sawyer also searched the meadow floor just beneath the cliffs, where they found five empty bottles of beer and a roach clip. Sawyer bagged them up for DNA evidence.

  “Christ,” Matt said, the situation hitting him. “This could actually go to trial.”

  “I don’t think it’ll get that far,” Sawyer said. “These guys are all about the bragging. Trust me, someone will open his mouth about attempting Widow’s Peak, and then we’ll nail them for trespassing, underage drinking, and whatever else we can get them for.”

  Matt hoped he was right.

  The next night, after a long shift, Amy drove toward home, then made an unexpected detour.

  A big one.

  She headed toward the mountain and parked in front of Matt’s cabin. His truck wasn’t there, and she didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing. For the third night in a row, he hadn’t come to the diner for food, and this time she knew why. All day long she’d heard the gossip about the fallen climber and Matt’s supposed negligence. She glanced at the bag she’d packed up, the one sitting on the passenger seat, and called herself all kinds of a fool.

  Matt didn’t need her to look after him. He was a big boy. But she got out of the car and then found herself standing on his porch, trying to figure out if she should leave the food for him or if that would attract bears, when a truck drove up.

  Matt, of course.

  Their eyes met as he got out of his vehicle, and her tummy quivered. He was still in uniform, looking dusty, hot, exhausted, and like maybe he could use a good fight.

  “Hey,” she said softly when he hit the porch.

  “Hey.” He unlocked his door then turned to her. “I’m not much company tonight.”

  “You’ve had a bad day.”

  He let out a sound that didn’t hold any mirth. “Yeah. A bad day.” He stepped inside, leaving the front door open.

  Not exactly an invite, and she paused, knowing damn well that he clearly wanted to be alone. She recognized the need, since it was how she felt most often.

  Sometimes being alone isn’t all it’s cracked up to be…

  He’d said that to her, all those nights ago on the mountain at Sierra Meadows. And he’d been right.

  So she stepped inside and shut the door behind her.

  He glanced over. Obviously he’d expected to find her gone because he raised a brow at the sight of her.

  “Want to tell me about it?” she asked.

  “What, the gossip train didn’t come through the diner today?”

  “Yeah, and I’m the type to get on that train,” she said dryly. “How’s the guy who fell?”

  “In ICU, but it looks like he’s going to make it.” He shoved his fingers through his hair. “He shouldn’t have been on the peak. I had the trail closed off. I chased him and his friends out of there less than a week ago, but they came back.”

  There was something in his tone that caught her attention. Self blame. “Matt, it’s not your fault.”

  “Yeah, it is.” He let out a long, jagged breath. “My district. My problem.”

  She’d never known anyone like him, so willing to be in charge, and just as willing to take the responsibility that went with that. “Come on, give yourself a break here. You couldn’t have known those guys would go back on that climb.”

  “I knew.”

  She moved closer. “Well then you also know that you couldn’t have stopped them. You’re just one man. How are you supposed to keep the entire area patrolled?”

  “It’s my job to figure out a way.”

  She ran a hand down his tense back. “God complex much?” she teased.

  He moved away from her touch, and while she tried to be okay with that, he spoke again. “I fucked up, Amy. And it’s not the first time.” He strode into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Yanking out a beer, he stared at it, then set it back in the fridge and grabbed a soda. He opened it and handed it to her, then took another for himself. “You asked why I came here from Chicago.”

  “Yes.” She took a long drink because her throat felt suddenly dry.

  “I came after everything went to shit. My job, my marriage… Both my fault, by the way.”

  “Matt,” she said, setting down her soda, shaking her head. “You—”

  “No, it’s true. My partner was on the take. I knew it, and I was told to look the other way. I didn’t. He tried to implicate me. He couldn’t quite pull that off, but he caused enough doubt about me on the job that it hurt my career, and I—Hell.” Again he shoved his fingers in his hair and turned away from her, staring out the window.

  “You what?” she asked softly.

  “People didn’t like what I’d done, turning Ryan in. He maintained his innocence throughout his trial, and he was well liked. No one wanted to believe it of him.”

  So he’d taken the heat for turning on him. “You did the right thing,” she said, aching for him. He always did the right thing, even when it wasn’t the easy thing. “My God, would they have rather he continued?”

  He shrugged. “People believe what they want to believe. And it was damn hard for them to believe that of Ryan, even after he went to jail. It was easier to…”

  “Blame you?” She shook her head. “You did what you had to. You couldn’t have lived with yourself if you’d done n