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“Yes.” Flynn crossed to the coffee maker. “And I still think that whatever they were doing somehow involves the bank.”

“Detectives Klem and Irving are interviewing the bank staff, but so far they have not come up with anything significant,” Rhy said, picking up the thread of their conversation. “The feds have also gotten involved, determined to make sure nothing illegal was going on with the bank’s financial statements.”

Flynn handed her a cup of coffee with creamer and sugar. Just the way she liked it. She cradled the cup between her hands. “I’m glad the feds are involved. Will that speed up the investigation?”

“I’m not sure.” Flynn glanced at Rhy, and added, “Brady Finnegan works for the FBI, but not necessarily in the finance division. Rhy wants to update his brother on the possible link to Peabody Lake.”

“Brady will keep us in the loop,” Rhy said. “He’s not as territorial as other feds.”

“I’m all for getting help from as many resources as possible,” she said. “Especially if that means Nickoli Yurgis is found and arrested sooner than later.”

“Great. I’ll contact Brady.” Rhy rose and moved to a corner of the room to make the call.

Sipping her coffee, she eyed Flynn. “How long do you think we can stay here?”

He had filled his coffee cup, too, and sat on the edge of the bed across from her. “Rhy and I have been debating that. He thinks we’ll be fine here for the next twenty-four hours.” He shrugged. “I’m not sure what to do. I’ve requested access to the safe house, but it’s currently in use. Rhy has put us on the list.”

That there was a list of people waiting to use a safe house was disconcerting. Not that she should be surprised by the criminal activity necessitating such a thing. Yet her role as a live-in nanny had isolated her from the harsher side of life.

Until now.

The brutal murders of Steve and Robin Miller changed everything. She sipped her coffee, doing her best to stay positive now that the feds were involved in the case. If the federal government couldn’t solve this thing, then she wasn’t sure who could. In all honesty, she had more faith in the feds working with Flynn, Rhy, and the other members of the team over the Brookland PD.

Still, it was difficult to sit back and do nothing while waiting for Nickoli Yurgis to be arrested.

Glancing at Flynn, she wondered how long he’d stick by her. How long it would be until he handed her over to someone else to deal with?

The thought filled her with dread. Maybe her attachment to Flynn Ryerson wasn’t healthy, but she didn’t care.

He was the only one she truly trusted.

The moment Rhyhad mentioned contacting his brother Brady, Flynn had felt a sick sense of dread. Not that he didn’t trust Brady, or the other federal agents their team had worked with over the past few years. He didn’t like having more law enforcement officials involved.

Despite his early thought of handing Taylor over to someone else to watch over, his gut rejected that idea now. He couldn’t explain the rationale, but he didn’t want to walk away from Taylor. Not even if that meant she would stay in a safe house with the feds watching over her.

It didn’t make any sense for him to feel this way. After all, he’d nearly gotten them both killed out on Peabody Lake.

Still, there was so much about this case that was unknown. Back in July he’d helped Roscoe keep his pregnant fiancée, Libby, safe from the drug cartel. In the process, they’d uncovered a dirty DEA agent, a fact that had almost caused Roscoe and federal agent Doug Bridges to be killed.

In the big scheme of things, Flynn knew it was rare to run across law enforcement officials on the take. But knowing that didn’t shake the irrational fear that he should not leave Taylor alone with anyone else.

“Okay, Brady is going to talk to the agents in charge of the Miller homicide investigation,” Rhy said, interrupting his thoughts. “He’ll be in touch when he knows something more, but he is fairly certain the agents will want to talk to Taylor in person.”

“No way.” The refusal burst out before he could think about it. At Rhy’s arched brow, he quickly added, “I mean there’s no reason to put her in danger. She doesn’t know anything about Steve Miller’s bank practices.”

“I understand what you’re saying, but I’m not sure we’ll be able to keep them from talking to Taylor.” Rhy spread his hands. “The FBI offices should be safe enough.”

“It’s not like gunmen haven’t targeted both our precinct and the federal office building before.” He strove to keep his tone level. “I don’t like it.”

“We’ll work with Brady and Doug to protect Taylor,” Rhy said.

There was a long silence as he and Rhy eyed each other warily.

“I’m right here,” Taylor finally said. “You’re talking about me as if I don’t have a say in this matter.”

Hiding a wince, he turned to her. “You are a part of this, but I’m just trying to keep you safe.”

“From the feds?” she asked in exasperation. “Come on, Flynn. I doubt they’re involved in anything illegal.”

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