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“I’m Portia Finch.”

“NCIS special agent, I know.” Declan couldn’t help the smile.

She nodded, and a smile curled one corner of her lips. “It’s nice to meet you, Declan. Despite the circumstances.”

“I don’t know whether to be relieved or not that the body wasn’t my brother. Someone is still dead.”

“I’ll keep you apprised of what I find out.” Portia pulled a card from the inside pocket of her coat and handed it to him.

She wasn’t giving him her number for any other reason, either. Despite the first flicker of what he recognized as attraction on his part.

Just a little zing. Could be more. Was he going to find out?

“There’s a whole lot of work to do to sort out this mess.” Her gaze snagged on something over his shoulder. “I—”

But before she could finish, shots rang out.