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citizen has those resources?”

Nick and Kelly shared a glanced, and Kelly raised an

eyebrow. “What about Johns? He’s back with that security

company, he might have some feelers to put out.”

“He’s worth a cal ,” Nick said with a curt nod. “I’ll do it

after dinner.”

“You know,” Hagan said. “If they’re following clues, or

hunting for them like they were at the bookstore, they’d have

left a trail.”

“What do you mean?” Nick asked.

“If they’re looking for contemporaneous papers that tell

where this treasure is, this isn’t their first robbery. You don’t get from Dublin Castle in Ireland to a bookstore in Boston

without a little hint about where to go, know what I mean?”

“That’s where we’ll start tomorrow,” Nick declared,

nodding at his partner.

“Start that search in Dublin,” Julian suggested.

“Oh, and I got the printout of the sketch from the

artist JD talked to,” Hagan said, and he stood and patted

his pockets down to extract a folded-up piece of paper. He

handed it to Nick.

Nick unfolded it and smoothed it out. Kelly felt Nick’s

body tense as soon as he saw the drawing.

“What?” Kelly whispered.

“This might complicate things a bit.” Nick turned to JD.

“You sure this man shot at you?”

“No, no. It’s just . . . I remembered him when the gunfire

started. I have no idea who he is.”

Nick nodded, eyes on the drawing again. “I do.”

There was a general outburst of questions from the others,

but Nick’s mouth was set in a grim line. He met Julian’s eyes as he turned the drawing around. “It’s Cam.”

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