Raider stopped the file before it could reach her. “This isn’t necessary. If her dad thinks I’m using her, the less she knows about his past, the better. She needs to look innocent.”

She grasped the file with two fingers and tried to tug it free. “I want to know.”

Nari tapped manicured nails on the crappy wooden table. “His life of crime ended when he fell in love with a Bostonian waitress named Janet Larington. They got married, bought a farm far away from Boston, and moved there to have a daughter about ten years later.” She leaned forward, her chocolate-colored eyes earnest. “It’s possible he gave up crime for Janet. That he’s not involved.”

“He’s involved,” Force countered, pointing to the file. “Jonny P and Josh the Bear made two trips to your family farm in upstate New York last quarter. They’ve also reached out via email, but we haven’t been able to track down a response. That’s your next job.”

Brigid’s stomach cramped. “No. My dad wouldn’t be anywhere near a computer. Or email.” He still read the Farmers’ Almanac, for goodness’ sake. “And just because two men went to upstate New York doesn’t mean they saw my father. You’re reaching, Angus.” Heat filtered through her chest.

“You haven’t talked to him in quite a while,” Angus countered, his green eyes darkening. “You don’t know what he’s doing.”

The words cut deep, even though the tone had been sympathetic. Her temper rose. “That may be true, but a person doesn’t just change everything about themselves. He hates technology and wants nothing to do with pretty much anybody but his cows and the farm. You don’t know him.”

Raider flattened his hand on top of the file folder. “Maybe you don’t know him as well as you think,” he said, almost gently.

“Maybe not.” She tried to think rationally, but her stomach kept flip-flopping. “Is there any record of members of the Coonan organization traveling to the farming community before these two trips?”

“No,” Angus said, his gaze narrowing. “We haven’t done a deep dive, and I’ll have you look for that. But if you find nothing, it does bring up an interesting question.”

“Why now?” Brigid asked softly, and the air grew heavy.

Angus nodded. “Exactly. I need you to figure out what has changed, if anything. Coonan senior has died, but my gut says it’s more than that.”

Her throat went dry. “My dad is a good guy.” Period.

Raider turned toward her. “Look at me, Brigid.”

She looked up, surprised once again by the intensity in his black eyes. How had she not realized how much he hid beneath his agent façade and meticulous motions? “What?”