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A county sheriff and a handy utility pole caught them.
    “One’s dead, the other one’s not talking. The strange thing is that they immediately went after Ruby’s twin sister, Jade Summers, who has no Mob connection in what seems a blameless life.”
    Jackson grunted. “Nobody’s life is blameless. Does she know why they came after her?”
    “Not that she’s saying. We’re keeping an eye on her, obviously. Even weirder, the shooters didn’t seem to know for sure who they were after.”
    “It sounds like they weren’t the brightest bulbs in the pack. What do you want from me?”
    “There’s no obvious connection with the Martino family, but my chief figured you’d want to know.”
    There was silence on the line for a moment, but he could hear the scratch of Jackson’s pen. He had a quick, vivid image of Jackson in his fifth-floor office, looking out at the city that had been his home for most of his life—a life that he’d dedicated to eradicating the smear of Mob activity.
    “Okay,” Jackson said. “We’ll look into it on this end. Keep me posted, right?”
    “Right.” He waited, wondering if his brother would say anything personal, not sure he wanted him to.
    “Take care of yourself, kid.” Jackson’s voice was gruff.
    “Call your mother.”
    That brought a reluctant grin. “I do.”
    “Well, call more often. Stay in touch.” He clicked off. Micah hung up the receiver slowly, letting the smile fade from his face. Jackson hadn’t said anything about the fact that someone under Micah’s care had been killed. But it was a sure bet he’d been thinking it. Stop trying to live up to a legend , he reminded himself. You’ll never do it. Micah McGraw had told her virtually nothing about her sister’s death. Jade sat at the computer in the quiet of the county library, frowning at the screen. She wanted to look up details about the funeral service for Ruby, and she didn’t even know where to start.
    Would McGraw have told her more if their conversation hadn’t been interrupted by those two hoods? Somehow she didn’t think so. He was the epitome of a law enforcement professional. She’d been glad of that when he’d protected her during those terrifying moments she hadn’t known if each breath would be her last. But now that the fear had subsided, she found she resented everything about the man—his iron control, his snapped questions, his air of doubt at everything she’d said.
    And most of all, she resented the fact that he’d left her completely in the dark about her sister’s life and death. Where had Ruby been living during her time in Montana?
    What had she done? Had she made friends, enjoyed life, learned to laugh again? Or had she been living in fear?
    The fear would have been justified.
    She bit her lip. This was ridiculous. She was a librarian. She knew how to research. If the U.S. Marshal Service, in the person of Deputy Marshal McGraw, wouldn’t confide in her the details of her own sister’s death, she’d find out for herself.
    Fingers flying, she started combing through the records of Montana newspapers. Somewhere there had to be something. Knowing the Witness Protection Program’s passion for secrecy, they’d have clamped down on publicity, but they couldn’t cover every base. Someone would be planning a funeral for Ruby, no matter what name they’d insisted she use.
    Finally she found it. Ruby Maxwell. She leaned closer as if that would get her nearer to her sister. There was no article about a murder, no hint that Ruby’s death had been anything remarkable. Just a brief notice that funeral services would be held tomorrow at 11:00 a.m. at Christ Church, Brownsville, Montana. She stared at the listing, her throat tight. Then she clicked on a site that would give her directions. It would be a long drive. She’d have to get an early start.
    “Going somewhere?”
    The words sent her spinning in her chair. Micah McGraw stood behind her, so close that her knees brushed his