Angus moved to the board. “New case I requested from the HDD. They think it’s crap, and I think it has merit. Either that, or somebody is messing with us.”

Raider stiffened just enough that Brigid could feel his tension. “How so?”

“While the Irish mob no longer exists in Boston, there are criminals, past associates of the mob, that have risen in the ranks and become threats recently,” Angus said, standing big and broad on the other side of the table.

Brigid perched in her seat, still not seeing the connection. She had no problem hacking into criminal affairs, so perhaps that’s why she was included on this op?

“How so?” Raider asked, all business.

“Instead of working within the usual, or rather former, hierarchy of the mob, these guys are outsourcing work to incredibly skilled computer criminals for everything from laundering money to shipping schedules,” Angus said.

“Like me,” Brigid said quietly. Oh, the fine line between hacking for the government and for criminals. In fact, was there even a line? She couldn’t see it anymore. Bad guys were everywhere.

Angus nodded. “Exactly. We have a lead on a group using a site on the dark web. They’re running drugs, and I’m telling you, I think there’s more.” He scrubbed a hand across his eyes. “In fact, I think I’ve found what.”

The dark web was nearly impossible to hack. “I can’t just find a site without knowing where it is,” Brigid said. “The key to bringing down somebody on the dark web is—”

“Getting them to meet you in person,” Raider said. “Guess that’s my part of this op.”

“Partially,” Angus said, eyeing them both. “There’s something else.”

Warning ticked through Brigid. Why, she didn’t know. But her instincts rose instantly, and she stiffened. “What?”

“We think this might be one of the key players.” Angus turned and taped one more picture to the board.

Brigid stopped breathing. She stared at the picture. He had aged. His skin was leathery, his nose broken more than once, and his hair now all gray.

Raider glanced at her. “Who is that?”

“My father,” she whispered. The man she only spoke to out of duty these days. She coughed. “You’re crazy. He’s a farmer. Always has been.”

Angus winced. “No. He was involved with the Irish mob, more specifically the Coonan family, for years. Formative ones. Then he supposedly got out, but now we think he’s back in, and he’s part of what’s happening now.”

That couldn’t be true. No way. “That’s why you sent us to Boston? Those guys in the corner were mobsters?” Brigid gasped.

“Yep. Just wanted to see if you’d be recognized, and I also needed Raider to leave his new calling card,” Angus said.

“Damn it,” Raider muttered. “You could’ve given me a heads-up.”