“No,” Brigid said. “I have a computer running a search, but I’m up to my Gaelic ears on three other cases, being monitored by the administrator, and I’d prefer Opal Clemonte didn’t fire me on my first week in the new computer headquarters. I will call you if I get a hit on your doctor.” She clicked off again, and somehow it was louder this time.

Nari sipped her coffee. “We have to stop relying on Brigid so much. Her plate is too full right now.”

“Agreed,” Angus said, rubbing the back of his corded neck. “I don’t have another computer expert, though.”

The man didn’t have a team at all, but why bring that up? More importantly, she would not ask what his plans were after this case had concluded. Why breach the tenuous peace they’d found between them?

His phone buzzed and he clicked the Speaker button. “Force.”

“Hey, Angus, it’s Raider,” Raider said. “I’m at work right now, at the DHS, and I’ve gotten called into my boss’s office. The Metro PD is trying to find you and you’re not answering your cell phone. Thought I’d pass on the message.”

Nari chewed on the inside of her lip, a bad habit she’d had in college but had thought she’d conquered. Metro couldn’t find Angus because he’d left his phone at her apartment and was using a burner.

Angus sighed. “Thanks, Raid. I’ll call Tate.” He disengaged the call and then quickly dialed another number.

“Tate Bianchi,” Tate answered absently.

“Hi Tate, it’s Angus,” Angus said calmly. “I heard through the grapevine that you’re looking for me.”

Silence pounded for the briefest of moments. “Angus? Where are you?” the detective asked, papers shuffling in the background.

Angus paused and then looked at the phone. “I’m at a friend’s place, hanging out. What do you need?”

“I need you to come down to the station and talk to me,” Tate said evenly. “Like right now. In fact, because your truck was crashed, I’m happy to send a car to pick you up. How does that sound?”

Nari shuffled her feet. Were they going to arrest him? She wasn’t sure who to call as a lawyer now.

Angus lifted his gaze to her face, no expression in his eyes. “I don’t need a ride. I’ll see you in an hour.” Then he ended the call. “I might need another lawyer.”

* * *

Angus sat once again in the interrogation room of Metro PD, facing Tate and Detective Buckle. He wondered what Buckle’s first name was. Probably something tough like Margaret or Bernadette. Maybe Hayden. Yeah. She looked like a Hayden Buckle. Tough and savvy.

“Angus?” Tate asked. “Did I lose you?”