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Noah turned around and went back to his computer. He quickly sent a message to Assistant Director Rick Stockton and Hans Vigo, who would be able to get answers faster.
TWENTY-SEVEN
Sean pulled up as close to the employee entrance of the D.C. Medical Examiner’s Office as he could get, double-parking because there was no street parking available. He wasn’t about to let Lucy walk far, not until they knew what Cody was up to. And whether Fran Buckley or the people she worked with were dangerous. Lucy hadn’t agreed or disagreed with Dillon and Sean’s belief that Fran was behind the vigilante group, and Sean didn’t push. She’d had a lot dumped on her in the last few days, and he wanted to give her the room to come to her own conclusions. She’d get there.
Lucy said, “I could get used to having a car service. Sweet car, hot guy, door-to-door service.”
“Shouldn’t that be ‘hot car, sweet guy’?” Sean teased. He kissed her grin. “Be careful, Luce. Remember, if Cody comes by, call your brother or Kate. And avoid Fran until we figure out if she’s involved in this.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.”
“I’m just worried.” He touched her face. She looked tired, and he said, “You know, when this is all over you deserve a vacation. A three-day weekend anywhere my plane can take us.”
She smiled mischievously. “Anywhere? I don’t think you should give me such freedom.”
“I said anywhere, I mean it. What time do you get off?”
“Three.”
“I’ll be here.”
Sean watched Lucy until she entered the building, then made sure that no one followed her before the security door closed.
He drove back to Lucy’s house. Kate had emailed him earlier and asked that he come by at ten.
When Kate opened the door she looked at her watch. “You’re an hour early,” she said.
“It didn’t take long to pick up Lucy, take her to work, and get back here.”
She closed the door behind him. “Coffee’s in the kitchen.”
Sean followed Kate down the hall. Like Lucy, she looked exhausted. Her hair was still damp from her shower, and thick sections fell in her face. She impatiently tucked them behind her ears.
Dillon was sitting at the kitchen table reading a thick file. A man of about fifty with glasses, a slight paunch, and graying hair sat across from Dillon.
Dillon glanced up. “Sean,” he said, gesturing to the stranger, “this is a good friend of ours, Dr. Hans Vigo. He’s FBI.”
“Vigo.” Sean knew that name. “You’re the profiler?”
“Good memory.” Hans shook Sean’s hand. “We haven’t met.”
“No, but my brother Duke—everyone at RCK—speaks highly of you.”
“How is Duke?” Hans asked.
“Same as always.” Sean had been inching closer to see what Dillon was reading.
Kate stood next to Sean and said, “It’s Fran Buckley’s personnel file from the Bureau, Mr. Nosy.”
“Is that why you asked me here?”
“No, Noah Armstrong wants to talk to you.”
Sean abruptly turned to her. “You’re setting me up to talk to a Fed?”
It was Hans who answered. “You were seen on a surveillance tape entering a restaurant owned by Sergey Yuran. Considering his name has come up in the course of this investigation, we need to know what he said.”
Sean frowned. “If I learned something that would have helped, I would have shared the information with Agent Armstrong on Saturday.”
