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traffic. There wasn’t a cop car in sight.
    He fumbled to find the BMW’s navigation system button and then turned off the GPS. “Give me my phone.”
    The open cell was miraculously still in her lap. She handed it over.
    “Thanks,” he muttered and glanced at the little screen. Kevin had disconnected. “I want you to watch out the back window and tell me the moment you see anyone following us.”
    “Okay.” She twisted in her seat.
    Dante punched buttons one-handed as he drove and put the phone to his ear.
    Eight rings and then a clatter. “What?” said an adenoidal voice on the other end.
    “Kev, what the
hell
is going on?”
    “Dante?” Kevin asked as if he had no idea.
    Kevin was some sort of certified genius when it came to computers and the Internet, but he was an idiot about people and relationships. He was a young dude, maybe midtwenties, with long reddish hair and a scraggly tuft of fuzz on his chin, which didn’t help his appearance. Just the opposite, in fact. Kevin worked in the Chicago FBI office and was one of the few people Dante trusted.
    Or at least Dante
had
trusted him until today. “Yeah, it’s me. Surprised? I just got shot at by Chicago’s finest. You want to tell me why?”
    “Hey, man, I don’t know. Really, I swear on my mother’s grave. I don’t know what you’re talking—”
    Dante pressed the brake to the floor in a controlled movement, bringing the BMW to a halt at a stoplight. Then he said very quietly and very clearly, “Your mother isn’t dead, Kev, and I’m sick of you lying to me. Why is the Chicago PD shooting at me?”
    “They think you took the baby,” Kevin said without hesitation.
    Dante blew out a breath. “Why the hell would they think that? I gave you the description of the kidnapper and the vehicle he was driving.”
    “Yeah, but someone from our office told them you made that up to cover.”
    “Oh, come on,” Dante growled. The light turned and the traffic rolled forward. “All they have to do is ask Jill or Wettstein. They’ll tell you that—”
    “They can’t.”
    “Bullshit. Look—”
    “They’re dead.”
    “What?” he asked, even though he’d heard Kevin’s words perfectly well.
    “They’re all dead.”
    “Jesus,” Dante breathed.
    He shot a look at Zoey. She was staring at him, her eyes wide. He’d obviously lost his poker face. But three agents killed? He’d only known Wettstein and his partner to say hello to, and Jill had been his partner for a mere three weeks. He didn’t know her well, but he’d seen the photos of her husband and two elementary-school-aged sons.
Jesus.
    What the fuck was going on?
    “Why would someone in the office tell the Chicago PD that I’d kidnapped a baby and killed fellow agents? Hell, why would anyone believe that?”
    Kevin made a nervous humming sound. “Things are really weird here, man. People aren’t talking, and I don’t know what’s going on exactly.”
    Dante stopped for a light and sat staring at the glowing red for a moment. Kevin was scared of something—or someone—in the office, that much was obvious. And considering why Dante had really been sent to the Chicago office, maybe Kev wasn’t just being paranoid. Because Dante’s true mission was to uncover an FBI agent who was in the pocket of the Chicago mob. He’d felt that he was getting close in the last week or so. Maybe someone felt he’d gotten
too
close.
    The light changed. Beside him Zoey was very quiet, her eyes worried as she scanned the street behind them.
    Dante swallowed and tried to focus. “Is there any word about Spinoza? Did they get him?”
    “That I do know. Spinoza and his girlfriend are okay. Apparently they had a fight, Spinoza snuck out of the apartment through the bedroom window, and the girlfriend followed. They weren’t even in the apartment when the thing went down; got back and found three dead FBI agents and the baby gone. I heard the mother had to be sedated.”
    “Okay. Okay.” Dante tried