Raider was about to break the old man’s face as they sat in the main room of the HDD unit’s headquarters. He had to leave in less than ten minutes to get to Boston within the time frame, and he’d have to risk his life in the shitty helicopter waiting in the parking lot. Angus had bought it during the last mission, and the thing was a death trap, but it was all he had right now. The private plane they’d used earlier had headed back to upstate New York.

Roscoe lay on top of the desk, his nose on his paws. Wolfe kept leaning over to check out Raider’s bruised temple, poking it every once in a while. “Stop it,” Raider snapped.

Wolfe probed again. “Man, you got hit hard.” He smiled at Sean. “You must have fists like anvils.”

Sean eyed the ex-soldier. “I boxed in my youth.”

Malcolm and Angus had gone to the main HDD headquarters to use resources there, and Raider had spent precious moments trying to talk Sean into giving up whatever the journal might be. Wolfe had provided backup, sort of, by pretty much admiring the bruise swelling over Raider’s face. “Listen, Sean.”

“No.” Sean crossed his arms, seemingly content even though his daughter was in danger. “Let me go, so I can save Brigid. You’re just in the way, Fed.”

At least the guy finally realized Raider was a Fed.

The elevator door opened, and Raider partially turned as Wolfe drew a gun from his desk drawer. The gun quickly disappeared as Nari Zhang clip-clopped into the room in sparkly pink heels.

The dog perked up, his gaze on the shoes.

The petite woman rolled her eyes. “You are neither wearing or eating these, Roscoe.”

With a soft whimper, the dog put his head back down. Sean looked at the animal. “He wears heels?”

“Yes.” Nari pulled out Malcolm’s empty chair and sat, sliding a manila file toward Sean. “He has a short-dog complex, even though he isn’t short, and often tries to make himself taller.” She swept her hand toward the dog sitting on top of the desk instead of below it. “The problem is, he then tries to eat the heels. It has become expensive.”

Raider cleared his throat and tried to force thoughts of Brigid to the back of his mind. “Dr. Nari Zhang, this is Sean Banaghan, Brigid’s dad.”

“Hello.” The shrink held out a hand with light pink nails, and Sean took it gingerly. When he released her, she pointed to the folder. “Eddie Coonan has criminal enterprises all over the world, and he’s expanding quickly in ways his father never would’ve approved. He’s going to get caught, and when he does, he’s going to talk about everything and everybody.”

Sean took the folder with one gnarled hand and opened it, reading the information. “Let him.” Anger glittered in his eyes.