“Off and on for about three years and then two years solid on this op, which centered on the Coonans’ drug trade before the patriarch died.” Mel had gone undercover in Boston as an enforcer in the Coonan family organization, and to this day, Raider didn’t know how he’d been found out. “I’ve waited a year to figure out another way in.” He knew all the players, and even though Brigid’s father had supposedly been out for decades, he’d kept feelers out. It had been fortuitous that he’d found out about Brigid—Wait a minute. Raider straightened his already ramrod posture. “You fucker.”

Force’s face split in a smile. “That’s the first time I’ve heard your real voice.”

Ah, shit. His Southern drawl, the one he’d worked so hard to banish, had rolled out with his anger. Raider cleared his throat, sharpening his diction and regaining his necessary and always present control. “You engineered this.” He’d forgotten. In his ego, in this rush to get back to the case and take down the people who’d killed his friend, he’d forgotten what a master manipulator Angus Force really was.

Force shrugged. “Meh.”

Fury spiraled up Raider’s spine, and he breathed deep, holding on to his temper with sheer will. “Meh?”

Force’s green eyes glittered. “You’ve been playing at being an easygoing Fed for over two months in my unit, and you think you have a right to be pissed?”

“Yes,” Raider said evenly.

Force snorted. “Fair enough. When I discovered the case, my research led me to Brigid, who was serving time for hacking. I may have requested her release, and I might’ve ensured you were made aware of her possible transfer to this unit.” He flattened large hands on the dented conference table. “The bait was there—but you jumped at it faster than a trout spotting a worm.”

Raider aligned the new information with his plans, which didn’t change one iota, really. It was good the gloves were off with Force, because now he could drop the pretense. “You already knew about the Coonan family. This case didn’t just arrive on your desk.” Sometimes he wanted to shoot Force between the eyes.

“Yep.” Force slid a manila file toward him. “I have several cases I’m looking into, and this is one of them, and you were a necessary piece on the chessboard. So tomorrow, you be here with your files, since I’m sure you kept copies. We’ll add those to the records I’ve compiled, and we’ll come up with a plan.”

Yeah, Raider had records. “Do our handlers know about this?” The unit, unfortunately, had a couple of HDD handlers who wanted nothing more than for them to fail.