“Brigid’s,” Sean said, his arms flexing. “My girl is in the arms of mobsters because you tried to use her for a mission. I’m going to kill you when this is done.”

Raider forced a smile. “Your girl is in the arms of mobsters because you used to be one, maybe still are, and they want something from you that you won’t hand over. Jonny called it a journal.” Of course, that was code for something. A ledger, perhaps? After all this time, what info would still matter? “And better men than you have tried to kill me. Good luck.”

Sean’s cheekbone twitched in what appeared to be a muscle spasm. “Brigid wouldn’t have been at the farm to get caught if you hadn’t brought her, asshole. This is on you.”

“This is on both of us,” Raider shot back, meaning every word. But he had to stay on track. What the heck was in that journal? What did Sean know? He followed the logic. “The elder Coonan died, what? Maybe three months ago?” Wasn’t that the first time Jonny and Josh had visited the small farming community? “What information do you have that his son lacks? And is it Eddie Coonan sending these guys to blow up your barn, or are they working their own angle?” If they were on their own, Brigid’s life just became more precarious.

Sean’s lids half lowered as the plane began to descend. “When we land, we’re going our separate ways. I’ll get my girl back.”

Oh, hell no. “Good luck with that,” Raider said.

The plane landed with a soft bump and rolled to a stop at a private airstrip outside the city. Sean was up and out of his seat to open the door, quickly bounding down the stairs.

Raider followed more sedately, not surprised to see Angus Force, Clarence Wolfe, and Malcolm West waiting patiently against a black Chevy Suburban, all three with weapons strapped to their thighs. Roscoe sat on his haunches next to Force, the German shepherd’s gaze alert and sharp. It was the first time Raider had seen the dog actually at attention.

Sean paused at the bottom of the steps, his gaze on the animal.

Raider drew abreast of him and made quick introductions before taking in the vehicle. The SUV was riddled with bullet holes and had several long scratches across the hood. The back window was covered with a black tarp, and the tires lacked hubcaps. Yep. It was exactly what he’d expect for their unit.

“That’s a piece of crap,” Sean muttered.

True. Very true. “Nice plane, though,” Raider said to Force. “Good connection.”

“Wasn’t mine,” Force returned easily. “Nari had a friend of a friend. Turns out the shrink is good for something.”