“What?” he asked.
“You and Craig are pretty stupid,” she teased.
He grinned back. “Yeah, I guess,” he said. Then he studied her again. “I’m glad my boy has found you. I hope that, as stupid as he may be, he’s smart enough to keep you.”
Kieran stared back at him, a little uncomfortable all of a sudden, but also glad that she’d earned Mike’s approval.
“Thanks,” she said simply.
They had reached the hospital by then, and he pulled up in front and started to get out of the car.
“Oh, Mike, we can’t park here,” she began, then cut herself off. “I keep forgetting. You guys can park anywhere.”
“Just about,” he told her cheerfully.
She noticed that he stayed close to her as they walked inside, and she smiled. Stupidity, maybe. But of the nicest possible kind.
These guys were willing to take a bullet for her.
She prayed that it never came to that.
*
Craig went home for a change of clothes and then headed into the office. He reported in to Eagan quickly, then hurried down to Wally’s office.
“I have something for you,” Wally said, picking up several sheets of paper. “Something, but not enough, I’m afraid. I have the numbers Maria Antonescu called and the numbers of the people who called her. She called her aunt at least once a day. She called Sylvia Mannerly twice a day. These numbers here...” He paused to point out several lines highlighted in pink. “...are her coworkers. I checked them all out. They’re legitimate, phones like hers, cheap with pay-as-you-go plans. There is one number from a different no-contract company, but the phone was purchased with cash.” He grimaced as he looked at Craig. “The phone is no longer active. It was only used to dial Maria. There’s no way to trace who owned it.”
“Do you know where it was purchased?”
Wally nodded. “A pharmacy in Tribeca.”
“Let me have the address. I’ll see if I can find out anything.”
Wally brightened. “I can hack into their system and find out which salesperson sold it.”
“Wally,” Craig said, shaking his head, “no hacking—not from a government office, anyway. I’ll head down there and hope the manager is a good guy. Thing is, those people probably sell these phones fairly frequently. I doubt anyone will remember who he sold this particular phone to.”
“I’m sorry,” Wally said. “Wish I could have given you more.”
“You may have given us everything we need,” Craig said. “We’ll just have to find out.”
Craig headed to Marty’s office before leaving. “Hey,” he said, and Marty looked up at him hopefully. Craig felt a moment’s regret for being so hard on the kid; Marty had wanted to be an agent since he was a kid and just wanted to do well. Yes, he was dedicated to doing things by the book, but most new kids were. They had to get their feet wet before they could realize they had to think on their own sometimes.
He realized, though, that he wasn’t afraid of having Marty watch over Kieran.
Marty would die for her.
That was by the book.
He didn’t believe, however, that whoever wanted her dead would hire someone to do something like shoot her in the middle of the street. That would make it too obvious that someone had been after her. The killer, Craig was pretty damned sure, didn’t want her death associated with the diamond thefts in any way. The killer believed that so far he and his cohorts were getting away with what they were doing—and the frustrating thing was that they were.
They wouldn’t complicate that by getting caught knocking off someone who might have heard something that could threaten them. They would want her death to look random, accidental, unconnected to the case she’d gotten herself caught up in.
“Sir, can I help you?” Marty stood up eagerly.
“I need you to guard Kieran Finnegan later today. You wearing a vest?”
“Not at this moment, but I can put one on if you need me to. You think someone might try to shoot Miss Finnegan?”
“No. But I want you prepared just in case.” He ran through his plan for Marty’s afternoon.
Marty nodded. “So after work I get her to Finnegan’s on Broadway. And then...?”
“You hang around until Mike tells you to leave. He’ll be there by seven or so.”
“Yes, sir,” Marty said.
“Marty, you don’t have to ‘yes, sir’ me. We were partners, and we’re still coworkers. Just call me by my name.”
“Yes, sir,” Marty said.
Craig shook his head.
“I mean Craig. Is it all right if I hang around and eat there?”
“Sure.”
“Great, thank you.”
“Do you need the address?” Craig asked.
“No, thanks. I’ve been there a few times before.”
Hell, everyone had been there but him, Craig thought. How had he missed the place?