Page 82 of Cross & Crown

somewhere safe. TheFiddler’s Greenshould do the trick, just need to get the captain to sign off on it.”

JD scowled, biting his lip instead of saying anything.

“What?”

“I just . . . if these people are trying to kill me, the only way I’ll really be safe is if they’re caught. We should try to find the treasure they’re after.”

Nick laughed and scratched at his chin. “Find the

treasure.”

“Right?” JD asked eagerly. “We find the treasure, we find

them, and I don’t have to duck in alleyways anymore.”

“I get you, I do,” Nick offered. “But I’m a cop, man, not a

treasure hunter. I told you I’d keep you safe, that I’d find out who you are, and that’s what I intend to do.”

JD sat back in his plastic chair, nodding dejectedly. A few

moments later the sketch artist arrived, and she took JD into

one of the interrogation pods where they could work.

Kelly slid into the chair, his knee knocking against Nick’s

thigh as he slouched. “Why did you play dumb with him?”

Kelly asked quietly.

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“What are you talking about?”

“The Battle of Bunker Hill. Lexington and Concord.

Missing treasure right here under your nose in Boston. Look

me in the eye and tell me you didn’t know anything about any

of that, you goddamn history nerd.”

Nick’s lips twitched, and he sighed heavily. “I knew I’d

regret fucking someone who’s known me for over a decade.”

Kelly snickered quietly, waiting for an answer.

“I wanted him to give us the information,” Nick explained.

“I wanted to see if he’d be right, for one, if he’d omit anything important. Or lie.”

Kelly remained silent, watching him. Nick slid his hand

over Kelly’s knee. “You’re dying to go digging into that treasure story, aren’t you?”

Nick nodded fervently, not even trying to deny it.

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