He typed slowly with two fingers, and finally a face came up on the screen. The man had short black hair, blue eyes, square features, and a flattened nose. His eyes lacked emotion, and he appeared to be in his midforties. “Meet Eddie Coonan, son of the recently deceased Patrick Coonan, head of the Coonan crime family. His daddy died three months ago.”

The guy looked like a mobster. A brawler. “He’s the leader?” Brigid asked.

“Yes,” Nari said, shuffling a series of manila files in front of her. “He’s been running drugs and extorting money since he was a teenager, and don’t let his looks fool you. He’s brilliant. Probably a sociopath, from what I’ve been able to glean.”

No way did Brigid’s father know this guy. “If you give me an hour, I’ll get you everything else on him.”

Angus nodded. “That’s the plan. Among other crimes, the Coonans have a first-class laundering system in place using hair-styling salons, laundromats, and motels, among a few other businesses that are hard to audit and easy to exploit.”

Brigid studied the man on the screen. “The motels are the cheap kind? Where cash is still okay?”

“Exactly,” Angus said.

Made sense. There was no way to really know if one person or a hundred checked into an inexpensive hotel in a night.

Angus continued. “Before I have you do a deeper dive, let me show you what else we have.” He clicked another button, and two men came up on the screen. The first guy had blondish-gray hair, was wiry and slender with direct blue eyes. The second guy had brown hair, brown eyes, and a broad chest. “Say hello to Jonny P and Josh the Bear.”

Raider let out a whistle. “I know these two. They’re Coonan’s enforcers, and his best friends. Coonan and Jonny P have been besties since birth, I think. Jonny’s dad was in the organization but disappeared in a mob war a decade ago.”

“You know them?” Brigid asked, swiveling to stare at Raider. What was going on?

He sighed. “Yes. I was in on a mob case dealing with drug running a while ago, and I’m familiar with most of the players.”

There was more to his story. Her mind started to click facts into place. Betrayal rankled her like poison ivy.

“Later,” Angus said. “You two will have plenty of time to talk when you start dating. For now, work.” He looked at Raider’s latte. “You going to drink that?”

“Hell no,” Raider said, nudging it toward Angus. “Wolfe isn’t here, so please take this. You actually want it?”

“Rough night. It’s either sugar or Jack Daniel’s,” Force muttered, taking the drink.

Oh, Raider had some explaining to do. For now, Brigid would listen to her boss. “What about Josh the Bear?” she asked. The guy looked like a muscled teddy bear.