Sean turned stoic eyes on him. “What needed to be done. If you’d get out of my way, I’d take care of Eddie Coonan for you.”

Raider barely kept hold of his temper, wanting to beat the stubborn farmer over the head until logic was drummed into it. “While you were dicking around, he kidnapped your daughter, threatened to cut off her fingers, and then launched a missile at a boat she was in.”

Sean pivoted, grabbed Raider’s shirt, and threw him up against the fake wood paneling. It cracked, raining down pieces. “You put my girl in harm’s way.”

That was it. Just completely it. Raider brought up both arms, breaking Sean’s hold. He went low, punched Sean in the gut, and then swept the guy’s feet out from under him. Just as he moved to grab Sean’s arms and press a knee to his back, Sean turned and swung out, hitting Raider in the temple. Again.

Raider saw red. He punched back, and they fought, hitting and kicking, both trying to gain leverage.

The elevator door opened, and Roscoe barked. Raider manacled Sean in a choke hold, subduing the big farmer, and looked up to see Wolfe and Malcolm watching him with the dog panting between them.

Malcolm lifted an eyebrow. “Need some help there, Agent?”

Wolfe just grinned and patted the dog’s head.

Raider jerked Sean to his feet and pushed him out of the elevator. It had been ages since he’d lost his temper. Then he straightened his clothing.

Sean stomped toward the dog. “Where’s my daughter?”

Force came out of his office, took in the scene, and jerked his head toward the alcove right off the elevator landing area. “Take him to the first interrogation room.” His chin lowered. “You can see your daughter after you’re done talking.”

Sean bunched his legs. “I ain’t going anywhere.”

The computer room door opened, and Brigid strode out, a purple file folder in her hands. She stopped cold, looked at Sean, and then shifted her gaze to Raider. “What in the holy hell is going on?”

Sean fidgeted and straightened his shirt, while Raider wiped blood off his lip. “Nothin’,” they said in unison.

Wolfe snorted, Raider chuckled, and the dog whined, putting his furry head on his paws. No expression crossed Force’s hard face.

“That’s it.” Brigid stomped toward case room two. “Dad? Get the heck in here.” She disappeared into the room, and a light flipped on.

Banaghan coughed, straightened his shirt better, and ducked his head before striding around the pod of desks to the room at the end. Raider followed, his irritation melding with amusement. Finally. Somebody had made the farmer do something upon command. And where had that tone come from?

“She’s not messin’ around,” Wolfe whispered to Malcolm.