Page 44 of Cross & Crown

“Probably.” There were more honks behind Nick and

he peered into the rearview mirror. He muttered under his

breath. “What are these fuckers doing?”

Kelly glanced behind them. “Isn’t that just how Massholes

drive?”

Nick flicked on the police light on the dash. The honking

stopped and the offending car slowed until more space was

between them and Nick’s Range Rover.

Kelly turned back around in his seat. “I’m really enjoying

the power trip that comes with fucking a cop.”

“That’s what they all say. Anyway. Pro crew hits rare

bookstore. They take four books and two objects out of a

display case, all possibly linked to the Revolutionary War.”

“What objects?”

“We don’t know yet.”

“Why not?”

“Because we’re not psychic, dude.”

“What about the shop owner?” Kelly asked.

“Dead. Killed on the sidewalk in front of the store along

with one of the robbers. Reports say there were shots fired,

witnesses are saying anywhere from five to a dozen. We haven’t

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recovered all the bullets or casings yet, but there were at least four. One of which clipped JD.”

“God. Who would kill for a handful of old books?”

“No clue.” Nick rolled his window down and slid his

security key into the marina’s gate controls.

“What’re your off-the-wall theories you’re afraid to tell

your partner ’cause he laughs at you?”

Nick grinned crookedly as he pulled into the marina

parking lot. “You want my off-the-wall theories?”

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