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  1. Titles by Mark Greaney
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Dedication
  5. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  6. CONTENTS
  7. Epigraph
  8. CHARACTERS
  9. PROLOGUE
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  88. EPILOGUE

“You put that in your paper and I’ll kick your ass, I’m not kidding. I don’t condone it. I’m just saying the shooter was fast, sure of himself, and clean. Between you and me . . . four armed assholes walk into a building and only one armed asshole walks out. Around here, that doesn’t sound like crime. That sounds like progress.”

“Any chance I can watch the video?”

“Evidence, Andy. You’ll have to wait for it.”

Catherine King had remained to the side of this conversation, allowing Andy to work his magic with the police. But when Rauch headed back into the Easy Market to check on the progress of the crime lab technicians, she stepped up next to the young reporter. She said, “What do you think? Same guy as the others?”

Andy nodded. “Sure seems like it could be. But what I don’t get is the fact that the CIA people aren’t here.”

Catherine had an answer for this. “I bet we scared them off. They won’t be investigating the crime scenes in person anymore.”

Andy nodded, and the two reporters started heading back to their cars. Andy said, “You know what’s bothering me?”

“What?”

“This highly trained killer knocks off a couple of Aryan Brotherhood drug dealers in a shoot-out, but lets the others live because they stopped fighting back. Then he encounters an armed robbery here, and kills these bad guys.”

Catherine knew where Andy was going with this. “Good against evil,” she said.

Andy said, “Right. But that Babbitt thing doesn’t seem to fit. Either Babbitt was a criminal and we don’t know it, or the guy who did this and Brandywine Street didn’t kill Babbitt.”

Catherine said, “You are good at this, Andy. I think you are on to something.”

“Enough to put into my article? I mean, I could just mention the difference in the victims.”

“No. I’d leave Babbitt out of it for now. Mention the killing in the Highlands along with this event, maybe draw some parallels, but I think there are enough questions about Babbitt still to where you should not speculate.”

Andy said, “You are working on your own piece about the CIA’s involvement, aren’t you?”

Catherine shook her head. “I’m not. We are. Trust me, when I get something ready I’m going to involve you, both in the work and in the glory.”

Andy said, “You keep promising me that, but when?”

They were back at her car now. She fumbled for her keys in her purse, then pulled them out. “How ’bout I buy you breakfast and we get to work?”

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