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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
