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    Sex, she thought. It would be much easier to spar and parry with him if he kept the personal comments on the topic of their physical encounter, or encounters to be precise. Lord knows there was enough to comment on, even though they'd only spent about eight hours together in his loft.
    Pushing the emotional ‘stuff’ from her mind, she deliberately remembered the way he touched her, the way he felt against her hands—the physical, the easy—and a satisfied smile touched her lips.
    After leaving Cotter, Dani led the way to the sunroom. The final stop of the tour. Though she'd dismissed the subject of ‘feelings’ from her mind, she didn't like the way his presence set her on edge. He wasn't doing anything but his job, but she wanted to be away from him. She wanted to be holed up with Marmie and the rest of the team digging into Getz, the Eagle's Wing, and their two primary suspects for drug sources, Sonny Carlyle and Joseph Savendra.
    Shaking her head at herself, Dani stepped into the sun room. “Here,” she said, handing Ty a pair of high-powered binoculars.
    “That's his house, out there on the point.” She took up her own set of binoculars. For a few minutes, they were both silent, lost in the surveillance of Getz's house.
    “I never thought I'd see the front of his house,” Ty commented, eyes still glued to the binoculars.
    “But you've seen the back?”
    “From the ocean. I've gone by a couple of times in a friend's boat. It's a hell of a compound, even from a mile out in the ocean.”
    Dani gave a little laugh of agreement. “Yeah, no kidding. His private peninsula, a huge house, clinging to the hill, almost camouflaged. There's a boathouse on the other side with mooring for his eighty-foot yacht and a couple of empty bays.”
    “Is that how you think the shipment is going to come in? By boat?”
    Dani lowered her binoculars and looked at the area, taking in the larger details. “Yeah, I do. We don't know for certain but I think it's going to come down the coast.”
    “Down the coast? Why not up the coast?” Ty asked, lowering his binoculars and turning to Dani.
    It was a legitimate question, and one she didn't have a solid answer for, just a couple of hunches. “All I can say is it's a hunch. Bradley Taylor, the head of the Eagle's Wing group has a cousin from his mother's side living in New Brunswick. We don't have any definite communications between the two, but the cousin, Martin Cassidy, has been known to share some of the same ideals as Bradley.”
    “A Canadian? You don't meet too many anti-government Canadians.”
    “He lives in Canada, but he's not Canadian. Cassidy grew up on the Texas plains. Has a girlfriend who inherited some property in Nova Scotia so they took off to live somewhere they didn't have to pay for.”
    “Any problems with him?”
    “Standard stuff you'd expect. Some poaching violations, some gaming violations. A couple of drunk and disorderly citations, but nothing to suggest he's helping to plan a terrorist attack on the US.”
    “Then again, nobody suspected Timothy McVeigh, either,” he said. She could feel Ty studying her before turning back to the window. “Does Getz have any cousins in Boston or New York or New Haven?”
    Dani knew what he was asking, wasn't it just as possible the drugs could come from another direction? With a connection as tenuous as a distant cousin, his doubt was reasonable.
    “Like I said, a hunch.”
    “But you're watching? You've got surveillance on the water.”
    Dani sighed. It was the one sticking point of their surveillance, the one area where she wasn't satisfied with their resources or capabilities. “Not as much as we'd like. We've got the coast guard on the alert, but since we can't tell them what to look for and don't want to raise a lot of noise, they'll be as helpful as they can. As for our own, we have a couple of boats we send out a few times a day to get a lay of the land, so to speak. They aren't set up for