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.With Ty going through a little Sidewinder-induced crisis,Zane was pretty sure he didn t even know what month it wasanymore.Still, it was their first Valentine s Day as a married couple,so Zane needed to figure out something.He set that aside as a problem to deal with soon, andinstead examined the piece of paper again.There was noname attached, just a number.He didn t dare look up thatnumber on his own computer; he d have to find another wayto access it.But the implications of an FBI agent blocking thisinformation were pretty hefty, and it seemed to support whatNick had been trying to get at: that Burns had been up tosomething dirty.And who knew how far the corruption wentinto the Bureau? Zane had to tread more carefully and keephis head down.If Burns wasn t the one who was dirty and Zane wasstill on the fence about that someone involved in the carteloperation had been.Someone who had worked that casewith Zane had been stealing cartel money and orchestratingdozens of deaths.Jesus Christ.And whoever belonged to thisID number was either guilty, or had some information Zanewas pretty sure Ty would want for Valentine s Day far morethan a box of chocolates.133 He unlocked the bottom drawer of his desk and droppedthe file in there, then closed it and made sure it was lockedagain before going back to the report he d been trying to read.Since when did doing his job get in the way of the thingshe needed to be doing? He really was turning into Ty.Another knock at his door had him tensing up all overagain. Enter, he called out, trying not to sound like he wasterrified of whatever was coming next.He was the boss; hewas not supposed to be afraid when people knocked on hisdoor, they were supposed to be afraid of him.The door opened, and Digger poked his head in.Zane satup straighter, alarm streaking through him. What are you doing here? he blurted. How d you getpast security? Digger made an effort to look hurt, but he was stillsmiling when he pushed into the office.Owen followed afterhim, his expression a little less mischievous, and he closed thedoor behind them. Everything okay? Zane asked. Yeah, it s fine. Digger threw himself into one of thechairs across from Zane s desk. The others all headed downto DC for some sightseeing.But we missed you, so wedecided to stay behind. Missed me? Zane repeated, sinking back into his chairas if it could protect him from whatever plan Sidewinder hadconcocted while he wasn t there to supervise. The office isclean, there s no bug here. Oh! Digger grinned at Owen. That makes this easier. Owen huffed and sat beside him, remaining on the edgeof his seat while Digger lounged with one leg tossed over anarm of his chair.Owen gave Zane a tired smile. Six and theDoc are heading for Richard Burns s office.Irish and Bell134 went for his house.They ve got six hours to check in beforewe follow if there s trouble.Until then, we re here to do a littledigging on your vermin problem. Zane raised an eyebrow at that. What do you propose? Owen smirked and reached into his pocket, withdrawinga badge that he placed in front of Zane.Zane picked it up,meeting Owen s eyes with more than a hint of suspicion. Caliburn Technologies.This is where you work? Yeah.Weapons systems, government contracts.Stuff.Wepoach a lot of federal agents for security, and since I startedout scouting talent, this wouldn t be the first time I snoopedaround an FBI office asking questions. You sneaky son of a bitch, Zane said with a smirk,pushing Owen s badge back toward him.Owen grinned and gave Zane a wink as he stood. It ll helpsell it if you give it about an hour, then toss us out.Loudly. Zane chuckled, biting his lip as he took in the utter gleeon both their faces. Toss you out on your asses.Got it. Nick parked their stolen sedan in a shady spot along thesidewalk of a tree-lined residential street.The stately houseswere situated on sprawling lots, with massive oaks dottingthe landscape and overly obvious security systems with signsannouncing their presence for good measure.Nick didn t know a lot about DC or the surroundingsuburbs, but this was obviously an upscale neighborhood.Hell, Richard Burns had probably put out more per monthfor his mortgage than Nick earned in a year.Liam let out a low whistle. Nice digs. 135 Nick nodded as he scanned the surroundings. RichardBurns liked nice things. Says the man who lives on a yacht. Nick shrugged. At least it s not built on blood. I didn t know the man, but he was a piece of work, hmm?Anyone who can wrap Tyler around his finger must be. Nick didn t respond.He was watching a vehicle parkedfacing them, roughly a block up. Shit. I didn t do anything! Cops. Nick nodded in the direction of the car, thenducked his head to look at his lap as if he were studying a map. Why would they be watching this house? Liam asked. Are you sure they re cops and not cartel? Positive.Look up police reports for the last week.Andgrab me a map or something from the glove compartment. Liam dug around and found a plastic folding map in oneof the door panels.He set it on Nick s knee, then brought outhis laptop and began typing.Nick watched the two shadowsin the police vehicle, going over in his head how he wouldexplain their presence if they were approached.Gettinglost would be a viable excuse, because as soon as he startedbickering with Liam as if they d been stuck in the car forhours going the wrong way something Liam was singularlygood at it would sell the story. Okay, here we go, Liam finally said, and Nick realizedhe d been holding his breath as he waited. They respondedto a robbery at this address two nights ago. Robbery? Why the hell are they still sitting here, then? No clue. Liam snapped his laptop shut. This mightfuck both operations right up the arse if security has beenheightened.How the hell are we going to get into that house136 right under their noses? We don t have time for this shit; wehave to be back to Baltimore by sundown
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