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said. “Could be anything.”

      The New York State office of the Federal Bureau of Investigation was the largest in the country, and since New York City had such a massive population, most of the agents were assigned to the city and its environs. The New York office had agents assisting with cases across the country. However, since 9/11, the delegation of duties had changed somewhat. There were now special divisions in the New York office that handled practically everything, from fraud and income-tax evasion to organized crime, gangs, kidnapping, murder, terrorism and more. The units worked together to assess a situation and strategize the best approach. After all, as people often said, Al Capone had been brought down not by a hail of gunfire but by the brilliance of an accountant.

      Within the different divisions, there was a small group of agents who’d earned a place in one of Eagan’s special task forces. Craig and Mike fell into that category, so a trip to Eagan’s office was always intriguing. They never had any idea what the assignment might be, except that it was usually in conjunction with another law enforcement agency.

      The director’s assistant indicated that they should go on in. “He’s waiting for you,” she told them.

      Craig opened the door for Mike. “After you, my friend. I’ve got to watch out for the elderly and the injured.”

      “Don’t you mean you should step aside for maturity and experience?” Mike said. “But never mind. You go first.”

      “Ah, but I don’t want the door catching you in the ass—the back, I mean—if you go in last,” Craig said.

      “Low blow!” Mike protested.

      Craig inclined his head. “Okay, we’ll call it maturity and experience.” He held the door and followed Mike in.

      Richard Eagan was looking out his window when they entered. “Take a seat,” he said, turning toward them. “File folders are in front of you.”

      Eagan was a ramrod of a man. Fifty-plus, he was as fit as a teenager—something he worked at with the same discipline he observed in the office. He was a decent man, but he hadn’t kept one of his six wives for more than a year; none of them had truly grasped his overpowering dedication to his work.

      Craig knew that because the last two had cried on his shoulder. Marleen, wife number six, had warned him, “Don’t let this happen to you, Craig. When you find the right woman, find a balance between work and life. I was all for Richard saving the world. What I didn’t realize was that he never meant to save himself.”

      He knew that Marleen had been genuinely worried about him. Too many casual relationships had lasted only until he was working around the clock again. Truth was, he had his own reasons for not pursuing a serious relationship. He’d actually begun to explain, but then he’d stopped.

      They just don’t make them like the one I lost anymore.

      He sat quickly and Mike did the same, and they picked up their folders, scanning the material.

      “Jewelry store robberies?” Mike said. “I’ve been following this on the news, but—”

      “There’s been a change,” Eagan said. “Two thefts in the past two days. And now, two dead.”

      Craig glanced at him in surprise. The NYPD had been dealing with the rash of jewelry store robberies. Every one of the five thefts that had taken place during the previous weeks had been within the five boroughs of NYC and fallen under the jurisdiction of the city police. Even with the two deaths, it still seemed to be a situation the NYPD should be handling.

      “They’re killing people now?” Mike asked. “I hadn’t seen that on the news.”

      “It hasn’t been on TV yet. I’m having a press conference with the chiefs of police and the mayor in an hour. We’ve been holding off, pending notification of next of kin. And, of course, to coordinate efforts between agencies.”

      “We’re in?” Mike asked.

      “Yeah. State lines and all, since now New Jersey’s been hit, too. Twice. Anyway, it’s all hands on deck. You two will be lead, but you won’t be the only special agents involved. Hell, every law enforcement officer in New York and the tri-state area will be alerted and working on it. The last two robberies took place right over the bridge in Jersey City. The elderly gentleman who owned one of the stores was staying late, doing his books, when he was shot and killed.”

      “You said there were two murders?” Craig asked, flipping through the folder he’d been given.

      Eagan nodded gravely. “There was a murder at the next store that was hit, too. A night manager was there, and a cleaning woman was working in the showroom. She was abducted, then murdered in the alley behind the store.”

      “What about the manager? Any idea why he was left alive? Did he see anything?” Craig asked.

      “He was in a back office. When he came out, they grabbed the woman as a human shield and dragged her away. They shot at him and missed, and apparently were in too much of a hurry to care,” Eagan said.

      “Video surveillance?” Mike asked.

      “Yes, but the thieves wore hoodies and ski masks,” Eagan said.

      “Are we sure that these thieves and the ones who hit the Diamond District are the same?” Craig asked.

      “Same MO. Breaking in after closing time, they wear gloves, so no prints. And all the security footage shows the thieves wearing the same disguises,” Eagan said.

      “But it’s not the same MO anymore,” Craig muttered.

      “What do you mean?”

      “I mean it’s changed,” Craig said. “Escalated. Five robberies with no one hurt. And now we have two dead. Seems odd to me that they’ve suddenly become violent.”

      “Maybe they got desperate for some reason,” Mike suggested. “The pressure of time or whatever.”

      Craig shrugged. “Maybe these are copycats. Copycats who kill.”

      “Could be,” Eagan said. “Get up to speed, see what you can find. And let’s hope to hell we’re not looking for two different sets of thieves. Jewel heists are one thing, but murder...”

      * * *

      “What is the matter with you?” Kieran demanded. Her voice was harsh, even though her words were almost whispered.

      She wasn’t meeting with her best friend and her miscreant youngest brother at Finnegan’s. No way could she have done that without Declan getting wind of it. Didn’t matter that he wasn’t at the bar right now. The customers, the servers, everyone—even the damned walls—seemed to have eyes and ears.

      She’d met them at a nondescript chain coffee place down the street from Finnegan’s instead.

      Daniel looked sheepishly at Kieran, turned to Julie, then back to Kieran. “Julie’s like a sister to me,” he said defensively. “And her scumbag husband deserves the worst. Kieran, he could’ve killed those poor dogs, not to mention the emotional crap he’s been putting Julie through!”

      Daniel was obviously a Finnegan. Everyone in the family had some shade of red hair. Declan’s was a medium-reddish brown, Kieran and Kevin were a darker auburn, while Daniel had the lightest coloring among them. Her uncle had once said that visiting the hospital after the twins, and later Daniel, were born seemed pointless, since he’d gone to see Declan and they’d all looked like the same baby.

      At the moment Kieran figured she really did resemble her youngest brother. Her expression was pretty much the same. She completely shared his indignation at the man who had hurt Julie in so many ways.

      But she—unlike her brother and, apparently, Julie—had acquired some common sense.

      Julie had an excuse; she was an emotional mess.

      As for Daniel...

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