“I have him under guard for the night. The cemetery was flooded about ten years ago, and things shifted both above and beneath ground.” Which wouldn’t be a terrible problem if Angus had any juice with the HDD, but he didn’t. “I have Mal working on getting a court order to let us sweep the cemetery or at least use equipment that can search underground for what Sean promises is a box.”

Wolfe was silent for a moment. “You think he’s jerking us around?”

“It’s possible,” Angus admitted, his attention caught by the German shepherd as he whimpered and started running in his sleep, his legs twitching. “Banaghan doesn’t trust us, that’s for sure.” The guy had been stonily silent after Brigid and Raider had gone on mission. “He’s not going to do anything until his daughter is in front of his face.” It was Angus’s last chance with Sean. “Maybe she can talk him into working with us.” It pissed Angus off that he wasn’t sure whether Sean was lying or not. He was a fucking profiler, or used to be, anyway.

“I don’t think we could beat it out of him,” Wolfe said, as if discussing pizza toppings.

“Agreed,” Angus said. Oh, every man had a breaking point, but Sean Banaghan’s wasn’t physical. His daughter was his weakness, and Angus had to be careful there. Not only was she part of his team, he liked the young hacker. But if he had to, he’d use her to motivate her father. “How are Brigid and Raider?”

“Wet and exhausted, and I sewed up Raider’s hip. The guy is solid, man. Gets the job done.”

Angus nodded. Raider was definitely solid, if obsessed with taking down the Irish organization. He should probably feel bad about using that obsession, but Angus felt an impending deadline in his gut. There was a reason Coonan was making a move now, and he had to figure out what it was before all hell broke loose. “Are Brigid and Raider working together or in opposition?” That was a serious concern, especially since he’d need Brigid’s hacking skills soon.

Wolfe sighed. “Well, being nearly blown up bonded them, but you’re talking family relationships versus revenge obsession. They’re getting along right now, but who knows if that’ll last. If things go south, it’s gonna be ugly.”

Angus had already determined that. “The only way to keep things from going south is to get Sean Banaghan to work with us, and I may have to use Brigid.”

“Do what you have to do,” Wolfe returned, seeing only black and white, as usual. “They’re in this business and not weaving serapes somewhere. They chose their paths.”

Weaving serapes? Man, sometimes Wolfe’s brain worked at odd angles. “Any news from your reporter?” Angus asked.