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“Well, if you want, send me a recording tomorrow or let

me talk to him. Maybe I can pump my FBI contact for info.”

“Jesus, Ty, we’ve talked about Garrett and the sex jokes.”

Ty snickered. “I’m serious. If I don’t recognize it, maybe

Zane can get it to the linguistics people at the Bureau. They

owe me a few favors.”

“Can you listen to him now?”

“What, like right now? You have a recording of him

sitting around?”

“No, but I have him.”

Ty was silent for a few breaths. When he spoke again, all

teasing was put aside. “You have your suspect on your boat

with you?”

“Hemightbe a suspect, there’s a difference.”

“Might and suspect are synonymous, Irish! They mean

the same thing!”

“Ty—”

“The ‘might’ is implied in the ‘suspect’!”

“He’s also a witness and could possibly be a victim himself,”

Nick said calmly, trying to head off what he recognized would

be a pretty impressive Grady rant. “We don’t know. Someone

took a shot at him today. Right outside a cop bar, Ty. We had

to move him from his safe house, and my boat is the safest

place in the fucking city. He’s either a witness in need of

protecting, or he’s a doer in need of—”

“Being in jail.”

“Shut up. We’re trying to get his memory back, and he

needs the right environment for it. Not to be sitting in some

cell, alone, thinking he’s a bad guy. He just needs to remember.”

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