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      Less than fifteen minutes later, a patrol car arrived and braked to a stop right in the middle of the narrow street. Standing at Mackenzie’s side, Patrick took one look at the officer who stepped out of the car and grinned. “What the devil are you doing here? I thought you had the day off.”

      “I switched shifts with Larry Lopez. What’s going on? Did you make the call?”

      Patrick nodded and explained about the unlocked door of the bookstore. “This is Mackenzie Sloan—she owns the store. Mackenzie, this is my brother, Devin.”

      “Oh, my God. There are two of you in law enforcement?”

      Grinning, Devin shook the hand she held out to him. “Actually, there’s three of us,” he admitted. “Logan’s with the FBI.”

      “It’s in the blood,” Patrick explained. “Our father was a cop, too.”

      “So what are you doing here?” Devin asked him, frowning.

      Quickly giving him a rundown about the stolen items that had somehow ended up in Mackenzie’s father’s possession, he added, “I followed Mackenzie home from a show in Arlington to look at her father’s records. That’s when we found the door open.”

      “And it was locked when you left?” Devin asked Mackenzie as he jotted down notes.

      “There’s not a doubt in my mind I locked it,” she said firmly. “The lock on the door sticks sometimes, so I always check it twice. It was definitely locked.”

      “And the alarm? Is there a possibility you may have forgotten to activate it?”

      “No. I was on the phone to my friend Stacy, and distinctly remember setting the alarm on my way out.”

      “And no one else has a key or the alarm code?” Devin asked. “A neighbor? An old boyfriend?”

      She shook her head. “No, no one. I’ve been meaning to change the code since my father died and give the new code and a key to Stacy, but I just haven’t had time.”

      “Then your father must have given it to someone,” Patrick said.

      Startled, Mackenzie paled. “You think one of his friends would have broke into the shop?”

      “It’s possible,” he said. “Unless the alarm malfunctioned, whoever left the door open had to have the code. If you didn’t give it to anyone, then your father had to.”

      “We won’t know the truth until we check it out,” Devin said. “C’mon. Let’s go.” Quietly ordering Mackenzie to stay outside until they scoured the building, he stepped around Mackenzie and carefully, soundlessly pushed open the door. Seconds later, he and Patrick slipped inside.

      Chapter 4

      Not quite sure what to expect when she was finally allowed inside, Mackenzie felt her stomach knot with nerves as she showed the two men where the alarm system was, then left them to inspect it as she looked around the shop. In every room, there was a fortune in vintage maps and historical documents, not to mention first edition and rare books. If whoever let themselves in really knew her father, then they would, in all likelihood, know where the more valuable items were.

      However, everything looked just as it had when she’d left. For the most part, she knew where things were, though she couldn’t have said if a particular book or map was missing unless it was something that was usually displayed in plain sight. A quick glance showed her that the more visible items hadn’t been touched.

      Joining her a few minutes later as she surveyed the shelves that held a wide assortment of rare books, the two men waited patiently while she inspected one room after another. “Well?” Patrick said finally. “Does it look like anything’s missing?”