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“Bingo. Same as Ramses.”

“They knew each other in Brazil.”

She’s typing again, and the awkwardness of feeling older, even more experienced is starting to dim, flushed away by that familiar, sweet jazz we get when we’re onto something.

“The State of Espirito Santo is the biggest producer of Robusta coffee beans in the world.”

“So these two boys escaped, through soccer. Except, why would Mariana not bring her son with her when she left Brazil?”

Eve looks at me. “Who?”

“Ramses’s mother. Mariana Vega. I know she is divorced, but—”

“Mariana Vega. Of the Vega Family coffee growers?” She is pointing to a listing on the original protest site. “What if she couldn’t bring him?” Eve turns, her hazel-green eyes alight. “I’ve heard stories of drug lords keeping mothers from seeing their children, from immigrating.”

“Eve, you’re brilliant,” I say, and it’s a such an easy, common word between us that it takes me by surprise when her eyes widen, a smile tipping her lips.

It hits me that this is the first time she’s heard that from me and my throat thickens because I’m realizing that I’m not only rewriting the bombings.

Eve really likes me. The spark in her eye is easy, the smile lit with something inviting and if I’m reading her right—and let’s not jump to any conclusions because I don’t have the most attuned emotional barometer—I’ve somehow accelerated our romance by about a year.

Hooyah.

I’m trying not to act on the pulse between us. “It’s not a difficult leap to suggest that Gustavo had friends—or even family—pressed into the coffee bean labor pool. And maybe Ramses saw it. Maybe he even became sympathetic to Gustavo’s point of view.”

“Maybe Gustavo recruited him for the Child Labor Defense League.”

“But why is Ramses here, in Minneapolis, and not playing on the team?”

She clicked on his photo. “He’s on the injured list.”

“He didn’t look injured when he was doing his 100 meter sprint today. See if you can find out anything else. I think it’s time I have another chat with Mariana and her son.”

Just like that, as if I can hear it, something clicks inside my brain.

Maybe I never heard of Ramses because he was killed in the third bombing. A voyeur to his own crime, drawn in too close to the flames.

“I heard Booker tell you to stay away from her.” Eve looks at me, but as soon as the words are out of her mouth, she bites her lip. “I mean—sorry.”

She has a point. More, probably Ramses isn’t going to give up anything—not unless I haul him down to the precinct for a face to face. It’s a good bet Mariana won’t open her door to me. And, I’m not getting a warrant after today’s tackle.

“He didn’t tell Burke to stay away, though.” I pull out my cell phone and Burke is on speed dial. He’s grouchy and not a little irked that I abandoned him this afternoon—an opinion he didn’t spare when I returned, two hours later, the meeting in Stillwater spinning in my head.

The watch is working.

Whatever. Right now, all I know is that my instincts are also working, and I ignore Burke’s late night ire and update him on what Eve and I have found.

“It can’t wait until morning?” he asks, and for a moment, I’m stymied.

He’s already suspicious of me. How did you know? The memory of his disbelief, his fury this morning punches through my thoughts.

I don’t know how long I’m going to be trapped here, and frankly the last thing I need in my suddenly off-kilter world is to lose Burke’s trust. Still, we’re running out of time. “What if Ramses is on the run? Or worse, planning to hit another coffee shop. Maybe even tomorrow morning?”

I don’t sound desperate, so that’s good, but I let the question linger in the quiet.

It also occurs to me that if we have Ramses, and he’s our bomber, then the nightmare is over.

“I just got home from a gig.”

Right. Burke is still a jazz drummer, even in my time, but now he’s playing for a band that is making a name in Minneapolis. Someday, Sticks, as he’s called, will have to make a choice between his police work and his music.

You know what he chose. So maybe that’s why he’s not a fan of my creative choice. I hadn’t really considered that before.

Still, “Then I’m not interrupting anything. Get up and do me a solid, bro. Just go pick him up. I’ll meet you at the station.”

I am not sure if that is a curse I hear, but he mumbles something and hangs up.

“I did a check on the US distributor of Good Earth coffee. It’s out of Chicago, but their offices are closed.”

“I need a list of coffee shops that use this brand.” I shake my head. “We could use a hacker.”

She laughs. “Right. You and my brother—he’s always trying to ‘hack’ into things. This isn’t the movies, Rem.”

I didn’t know that about Asher. But then again, he died before he could show the world who he was.

Not this time.

My phone buzzes. It’s Burke, texting to tell me that he’s on his way to Ramses’ house.

I glance at the clock. After eleven. We have eight hours, if my sketchy memory is even remotely correct.

Eve stands up. “I’m heading home, but let me know how it goes with Ramses.”

I stop myself from reaching out and tugging on a strand of that twisty red hair, and instead nod. I grab my jacket and am about to start searching the city’s coffee shops when Burke texts me again to meet him at the precinct office.

The parking lot is dark save for the puddle of light from the overhead streetlight. Moths dart through the glow, shadows against the pavement. The air is balmy, seasoned with a hint of freshly mowed grass and the slightest tinge of late night moisture. A breeze lifts my shirt.

I’m leaning against my car when lights stripe the lot and I make out Burke’s Integra. He pulls up behind me, not in

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