“Fascinating guy,” Nari said, studying the screen. “He just showed up out of nowhere about fifteen years ago and immediately befriended Jonny P.”

Raider nodded. “We couldn’t find anything on him before that time. He didn’t exist.”

Brigid sipped her drink, and the warmth pooled in her stomach. “Any chance he’s undercover?”

“No,” Force said shortly. “Though he is interesting. Volunteers at the food bank, plays Santa every holiday season, and then calmly goes out and buries bodies for the Coonans with the same smile on his face. While Jonny P likes to take his time and enjoys his work with a knife, Josh is quick and efficient with a gun. Just gets the job done. That much I was able to learn on my other case.”

Brigid shivered. “So, they’re killers.”

“Absolutely,” Nari said thoughtfully. “Though I can’t tell if Josh’s loyalty is to the mob, to Coonan, to Jonny P, or if it’s just a job. I would love to get into his head.”

Angus studied her. “Probably not going to happen. Also, everyone be aware that Jonny P is an expert in explosives. Guy loves to blow things up, and he likes to make a statement. He’s the perfect enforcer for the Coonans.” The screen went dark. “Raider? We have an identity almost in place for you as a cybercriminal with an extensive history of phishing, identity theft, and credit card fraud. You are too successful and need somebody to launder your illegal gains, and the Coonans are the best around. Your skills and resources will be appealing to the Coonans and their new venture into cybercrime, and it also explains your hooking up with Brigid.”

Raider sat back, his gaze on the blank screen. “If her father is still a player, and that’s my background, he’ll think I’m using Brigid to get to him.”

“Exactly,” Force said quietly. “He won’t play games with you. Either he’ll confront you, or he’ll just try to take you out.”

Brigid shoved back her chair. “My father is not a killer.” Though he sure wouldn’t like a guy cozying up to Brigid just to get to her dad. That was a crazy play.

“He was,” Force said, almost gently, typing again. A picture of her father in his early twenties flashed onto the screen, standing next to a younger and harder version of Eddie Coonan, right down to the smashed nose. Eddie had inherited his looks from his daddy, without question. The picture was yellowed with age, and her dad had his arm around Patrick Coonan. “Your dad and Patrick were close. And your dad has a record.” He pushed another manila file across the table. “Extortion, blackmail, assault and battery.”

Brigid couldn’t breathe.