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tipping off Daniels. Because if he got wind that she’d surfaced again . . . the bastard would be on the next flight out, coercing her into coming back to work for him. Or worse—trying to lure her into his bed again.
    Not that he’d succeed. Bailey was done with the man, professionally
and
romantically. Daniels had recruited her when she was eighteen years old. He’d been her mentor. Her friend. Her lover.
    Sleeping with him had been a mistake, though, only serving to illustrate that she hadn’t put her past behind her like she’d thought. She’d left one controlling bastard and replaced him with another, but she’d be damned if she let Isaac Daniels have any power over her again.
    Fuckin’ Sean Reilly.
    He owed her a frickin’ fruit basket for all the trouble she was going to for him.
    *   *   *
    Gwen called back five minutes after the chopper landed in the private airfield outside the city. The car Bailey had arranged for was waiting by the hangar, and she lifted the phone to her ear as she slid into the backseat of the sedan. She’d hired a driver so she’d be able to study any schematics Gwen and Paige sent over.
    “I’m e-mailing you the blueprints,” Gwen said briskly.
    Bailey hissed out an excited breath. “Are they up to date?”
    “They’re the most current plans my source could find. Best I could do on such short notice.”
    Bailey responded with reluctant gratitude. “Thank you. Anything I need to know about this robbery?”
    “I didn’t find much more than what the news is reporting.” Gwen paused. “But there are a few whispers that this is the work of the Irish Dagger.”
    Shit. That was exactly what Bailey had been afraid of.
    What the
hell
was Sean involved in?
    “Okay. Thanks again, Gwen.”
    “We’re square now,” the woman said before Bailey could disconnect. “Next time you call me, it had better be to catch up. Oooh, we should go for drinks and—”
    “Good-bye, Gwen.”
    Bailey hung up the phone, then accessed her e-mail and downloaded the file Gwen had sent. She spent half the drive into the city going over every detail of the bank.
    She found herself praying that the hostage situation would still be under way when she arrived. If the cops made a move before then, Sean might very well be dead.
    The peculiar clenching of her gut gave her pause. She wasn’t sure why the thought of Sean dying bothered her so much. They barely knew each other. Well, outside the biblical sense.
    But . . . no. She didn’t want him dead. No matter how angry she was at him, she didn’t want to see that cocky bastard eliminated from the face of the earth.
    That’s why she was hoping the Garda hadn’t launched an assault. Though on the other hand, there was always the possibility that an ambush would result in arrests rather than deaths. Which was almost preferable—she’dhave a far easier time rescuing Sean from police custody than getting him out of a heavily watched bank.
    Her phone beeped when they were ten minutes from her rendezvous point with Rafe. Incoming e-mail from Paige, summarizing the positions of every law enforcement member in the vicinity. Paige had managed to get her hands on live security footage of the area, God bless her pretty red head. Nothing about the position of the snipers, though, but Paige’s e-mail said she was working on it.
    Bailey scanned the information, then rubbed her temples, trying to ward off an oncoming headache. It was enough to make her wonder if maybe she ought to bring Morgan’s team into the loop. They wouldn’t be able to do much, considering they were nowhere near Dublin, but they would want to know about Sean’s predicament, wouldn’t they? Liam and Sullivan would for sure. She knew the two of them were pretty chummy with Sean.
    After a second of hesitation, she shot a quick text to Liam, promised to keep him posted, and then went back to studying the bank layout. By the time the sedan neared the Temple Bar neighborhood where the