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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
