Sean shrugged. “I don’t know, but it wouldn’t surprise me. When I left the business, I left completely.” He frowned. “There was also talk about Tyson and missing girls—one in high school and another out west, but it was just talk. I don’t know any other details than that, although I might have indicated otherwise when I left.”

Wolfe crunched a piece of candy and swallowed. “Dana worked for a newspaper in Seattle for years and probably has great resources. Want me to reach out to her?”

Raider grimaced. Giving a reporter information on a case didn’t sit well with him. But Brigid was overwhelmed with the computer work they were already asking her to do, as well as the emotions that had to be rushing through her; maybe additional help would be good. It wasn’t like the main HDD really wanted to assist them. “Do you really trust her?” he asked.

Wolfe nodded. “I do. She’ll run with a story, but I trust her not to print anything until I agree. I can just give her a hint about Senator Tyson and something in Seattle, if that helps.”

Force steepled his hands together, his gaze both hard and thoughtful. “Yeah. Give her the tidbit and see what she comes up with. How screwed up is it that I’d rather go with a reporter than the HDD folks?”

Wolfe snorted. “HDD doesn’t like us.” He looked around the room. “Raider and Nari are the only ones who were actually with the HDD before all of this started. The rest of us are here for other reasons.”

Brigid glanced down and then looked up at her dad. “It’s time you told us where the evidence is, Dad. Please.”

The words hung in the air. Raider waited patiently, knowing there was no way anybody could refuse her, especially somebody who cared for her. He’d pretty much do anything for her, and he’d only slept with her once. His body stiffened. Yeah, he had to get control of himself. There was a good chance Eddie Coonan would end up putting a bullet in him soon. He had no business thinking about Brigid in any way other than casual. “Come on, Sean,” he muttered. “It’s time to trust.”

Sean kept his gaze on his daughter. Finally, he nodded. “All right. I buried the box in the cemetery.”

Force sighed. “Where we looked?”

“No,” Banaghan said. “The last and final time I moved it was to Wilton Cemetery right outside of Boston—about twenty miles from the first one I sent you to. Everything is buried beneath a headstone that says George Willowby Smith the Third.”

Brigid jerked. “After my first pig? The pig that won at the county fair?”

Banaghan shrugged. “Well, yeah.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Three