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us inside.
    We followed the old man through the living room to the kitchen at the back of the house. A brunette was holding her face in her hands at the kitchen table—Officer Tate stood beside her.
    “Tate,” I said.
    The woman looked up and stared at Hank and me. Her brown hair hung down over her face, her eyes swollen and red from crying. Her bottom lip was quivering.
    Tate walked to us and handed me a clipboard. He motioned for us to walk back out front. We did. He closed the home’s front door at his back.
    “What’s up?” I asked.
    “We just finished up,” he said.
    “And? How did she seem?” I asked.
    “Emotions seem legit. That’s not what the problem is, though. She said her husband was an undercover FBI agent.”
    “What?” Hank asked.
    Tate nodded.
    “Son of a bitch. Let me call Faust and see if he’s one of his.” I pulled my phone from my pocket. “Shit.”
    “What?” Hank asked.
    “I don’t have his number in this phone. I’m going to have to call information, have them put me through to the field office, and then have them transfer me to his phone. Hank, go sit down with the wife and run through everything again with her. I’ll be inside in a minute.”
    “Got it,” he said

Chapter 6
    Ray took the stairs so as to not be seen by anyone riding the elevator. The Horizon Point building was a giant mirrored high-rise sitting right in the middle of downtown Tampa. Dupold’s condo was on the twenty-first floor, unit 2199. Ray rounded the corner on the twentieth floor—only one more flight to go. He stopped at the door and caught his breath. Ray popped the door and entered the hallway. He looked left to right and found the hallway empty. Unit 2177 sat directly across from him. He walked down the hall to Dupold’s door.
    Ray stood to one side, out of sight from the door’s peephole, and lightly rapped on the door with his knuckles. He waited. Thirty seconds later, the lock of the door clicked open, and hinges creaked. Ray spun around the doorway and shoved the person who’d answered into the condo. Dupold stumbled backward and fell. Ray slammed the door with his heel and advanced. Dupold tried pulling himself to his feet, but Ray lunged at him, taking Dupold back to the ground. Ray mounted the agent and drove quick elbows down into his face. With each strike, Dupold’s head bounced off of the wood floor. By the fourth blow, Dupold was unconscious.
    Ray stood, reached down, grabbed Dupold by the chest of his shirt, and pulled him farther into the condo.

Chapter 7
    I stood in front of the neighbors’ house, looking over at the scene. Ed had just arrived in the county coroner’s van. He stood at the doorway of the home, speaking with Rick.
    I was holding my phone against my ear, waiting to be connected with Faust. Screeching tires caught my attention from up the block, and I looked over. A black sedan with black windows smoked its tires from the stop sign. The car looked like the same make and model that Agent Hodges had driven when following me around earlier. I’d completely forgotten they had a tail on me though I couldn’t remember having seen him since we’d left Iler’s.
    The sedan locked up its brakes in the middle of the street right before me. The driver’s door flew open. A man stepped from the car, but it wasn’t Hodges—it was Faust. He jogged toward the Brumfeld house without giving me as much as a glance. In a flash, he was up the porch and inside.
    I clicked End on the phone and dropped it into my pocket as I crossed the street to enter the house. Faust’s voice was loud in the rear bedroom. I headed back.
    “Son of a bitch!” Faust yelled. He was crouched next to the body, his back toward me. Faust put a hand through his short dark hair. “Shit!” he yelled. Faust stood and turned. He noticed me standing behind him. He shook his head.
    “I was just trying to get a hold of you. His wife said he was an agent. One of yours?” I asked.
    “He reports to the