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“And you’re willing to bet your life on that?”

“Come on, Flynn,” Rhy said. “We’re more than capable of keeping her safe.”

Outnumbered, he suppressed a sigh. “Fine, but that means you and I go with her to the FBI office building. If you can’t come, I’m happy to have someone else from the team accompany us. Once we arrive, we’ll wait for Brady to come out to the SUV and escort us into the building.”

Rhy nodded. “Okay, that works. But you’re right in that I can’t be the one to ride shotgun. I have a meeting with Assistant Chief Michaels this afternoon. I’ll send Cassidy in my place if that’s okay.”

“Fine with me.” He would have been happier to avoid the meeting all together, but if that wasn’t an option, then the extra precautions would have to do.

“And I’m in agreement too,” Taylor said. “Not that anyone has asked my opinion.”

He turned toward her. “Your opinion matters, but we are the experts when it comes to staying safe.”

She grimaced. “I understand that and trust your judgment, Flynn. But I don’t appreciate being talked about as if I’m not a part of this. As if I didn’t hear the murders and see the gunman walking by.”

He was about to apologize when Rhy spoke. “By the way, Gabe has been trying to look into the gunman, Nickoli Yurgis, but so far there’s hardly anything online about the guy. The only tidbit Gabe uncovered was that Yurgis had supposedly returned to Serbia, his place of birth, after being released from jail.”

“He’s not in Serbia now,” Taylor said with a frown. “I know I saw him last night at the Millers.”

“I believe you and so do the feds,” Rhy said reassuringly. “But that’s the other reason I needed to get Brady involved. Yurgis adds an international aspect to the homicide investigation. Only the FBI has the resources to coordinate with law enforcement officials within foreign countries to get information on the guy.”

Flynn could only imagine how Detectives Klem and Irving felt about having the feds swoop in to take over their case. They wouldn’t like it any better than he did. Yet everything Rhy said was true. They needed resources to get to the bottom of this mess.

Which meant there was no way to get around the upcoming interview.

As if on cue, Rhy’s phone chirped. His boss glanced at the screen, then said, “Brady says the feds would like to speak to Taylor at four o’clock this afternoon.”

Flynn glanced at his watch. “That only gives us an hour.”

“I understand, but it’s better to get this done and over with,” Rhy said.

“Fine. Go ahead and tell Brady we’ll be there at four.”

“Done.” Rhy moved toward the door. “I’ll send Cass over too. You know where the FBI office building is in Ravenswood, right?”

“Yeah.” The building itself was nothing special, at least from the outside. He followed his boss to the door. “Thanks for everything, Rhy.”

“Don’t forget to give my thanks to Devon too,” Taylor called.

“Will do.” Rhy smiled, then headed out to his SUV.

Flynn locked the door behind him, then turned to Taylor. “While we wait for Cassidy to arrive, I plan to review the list of property owners from Gabe. I think the email popped up while we were talking.”

Her eyes widened with interest. “I’d like that. I feel like knowing who hired Nickoli will help put an end to the danger.”

He wasn’t as convinced but quickly took control of the keyboard. He would have preferred to print the list out on paper, but he didn’t want to head inside to Gary’s small business office to do that. Pulling up the list, he made the print large enough that they could both see the names without squinting.

“Let me know if any of the names looks familiar,” he said as he began to scan them.

“Okay.” Taylor leaned so close he could smell the citrusy scent of her shampoo.

For long moments, there was nothing but silence as they went through the names. Flynn wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but none of the names leaped out at him.

Taylor leaned back in her chair. “None of the names on the first page ring a bell for me.”

He was impressed she’d gotten through the names so quickly. “You read faster than I do, so give me a minute to finish up.”

She grinned. “Reading is my superpower,” she joked.

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