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left before leaning toward Nick. “Isn’t Julian Cross Irish?”

Nick nodded and pulled his phone from his back pocket.

“We need to talk to him.” He hit the speaker button and set

his phone on the desk between them.

“Special Agent in Charge Garrett here.”

“Well, aren’t we fancy,” Kelly teased.

Nick shook his head. “Hey, Garrett, it’s O’Flaherty. And

the Doc, obviously.”

“Oh God, what now? Are you in jail? Being held by the

IRA? Stuck on a reef in the Caribbean?”

“Wow,” Kelly said. “That’s uncalled for.”

Zane laughed. “I thought being engaged to Ty gave me

some extra snark privileges.”

“Hey!” Nick shouted. “Do I come running when you

need help? Did I get shoved off the edge of a cliff for your

ungrateful ass? Does my boat still have bullet holes in it?”

“It still floats,” Zane countered, a smirk obvious in his

voice.

Nick grunted.

“Haven’t heard from you two in a while, what’s going on?”

Zane said, voice casual. Kelly had grown familiar enough with

Zane to know he was taking care with his words, though. “You

need to come to Baltimore, come see us.”

Kelly gave Nick a sideways glance to see how he’d react

to that, but Nick was expressionless. “Sorry, babe, this isn’t

a social cal . I need to know how to get in touch with Julian

Cross.”

“Cross. Why?”

Nick made another clicking sound, refusing to answer.

“Never mind, I didn’t ask,” Zane said quickly. “I don’t

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