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under his breath. “He’s your main suspect, isn’t he?”

“Pretty much,” Nick admitted. “He’s looking damn

guilty.”

“That sucks. To commit a crime and not even remember

why you did it?”

“Like Tijuana that one time.”

Nick and Kelly both shuddered with the shared memory.

Nick sat at his desk and turned his chair to glance back at the break room.

“Dude,” Hagan said. “I know in your mind he’s a puppy in

a cardboard box with a ‘take me home’ sign around his neck,

but you can’t fight the evidence building up here.”

“Did the prints come back yet?” Nick asked, sounding

frustrated.

“Yeah. John Doe Number Alive didn’t hit anywhere. But

John Doe Number Dead came up with a prior.” Hagan turned

his computer screen around so Nick and Kelly could see it.

“Darragh O’Doyle,” Nick read under his breath.

“That sounds made up,” Kelly said. “Is that real?”

“He’s not local,” Hagan told them.

“Irish national?” Nick asked. Hagan nodded. “Known

associates?”

“None listed. He got pinched last year but he never turned

on his crew. Did six months, got out on good behavior, last

record of him was that he’d headed back to Ireland.”

“Well he’s back now. So we have an Irish connection.”

Nick sat back in his chair, making a clicking sound with his

teeth and tongue as he stared at the screen. “Let’s expand the

fingerprints to international databases, see if we get a hit.”

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Kelly cleared his throat, waiting until Hagan got up and

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