Raider scratched his head. “My babe Brigid bought them for me the first time I gave her cash.”

“Good, though probably not enough true. Try again, and get your accent in place,” Wolfe said, taking a left by a bar called Deoch that had a newly painted bright green door.

All right. “An ex-girlfriend, one with crazy purple hair who was slightly nuts, gave me the earrings after getting me drunk and shoving a needle through my ears.” He barely kept from rubbing the aching lobes as he lapsed into the New York accent. “It bugs Brigid that I wear them still, but I like big diamonds.”

Wolfe slowed down behind a red truck. “Better. Truth will inflect in your voice when you talk about Agent Millicent Frost and her needle.”

“Millicent?” That name so did not fit the woman. Neither did Frost.

“Yep. How are the lobes? The shit she put on them after opening your piercings looked painful.” Wolfe took another left.

“Burns like hell,” Raider admitted. “But the gel is supposed to keep my earlobes from getting red or swelling from the recent insult to them, so I’m taking it as a good sign.” He couldn’t look like he’d just gotten them pierced. He ran through his cover again. “I think that Eddie’s headquarters is a working tavern, so any weapons will probably be under the bar and near the cash register.”

“Check,” Wolfe said, watching the few cars around them. “There will be a back room.”

“With computers and who knows what else.” Raider put himself firmly in character. “I’ve locked down my girlfriend and her father to keep them safe from Eddie, and neither are happy about it, but people in my organization do as I say.”

“How’d you get the bruise on your face?” Wolfe started throwing questions.

“Fight with Sean over Brigid. He doesn’t think I’m good enough for his daughter. I won,” Raider said.

“And Brigid? How serious?” Wolfe asked.

“Not very, at least not yet. I’m a free agent. But it’d be an insult to me if Eddie hurt her.” That sounded more plausible than he had no clue how he felt, and based on Eddie’s past, he’d respect Raider’s claim.

“Where’s the rest of the evidence?” Wolfe asked.

Raider thought through several scenarios. “I gave it to my best man, Roscoe, to hide somewhere.” He had given Roscoe a good bone that had quickly disappeared. “My instructions were to put it all somewhere I’d never imagine, so if Eddie does torture me, I don’t have the information.” Man, hopefully Eddie would believe him. And it was true. Force had taken half of the journal, tapes, and pictures somewhere he didn’t share with Raider, just in case.

“If you’re bleeding out, why can’t you call Roscoe?” Wolfe asked calmly.