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Anna pulled her creds out of her pocket "We haven’t actually ent Anna Parrish, DEA, and I’ve been working undercover here at Stanislaus And your own name is not Gabrielle DuBois, but Claudine Renard"

Griffin was pleased to see Gabrielle flinch and her face go pale, but she recovered quickly, even ed a sneer "I do not know this Renard person"

Griffin said, "Sure you do, Gabrielle--excuse time student of Madame Maria Rosa Salazar of Madrid? That will make it impossible for you to leave the country, since you entered illegally under an assumed identity" Anna simply shoved her back and moved in, Griffin behind her He shut the door

Gabrielle stuht herself She shot Anna a venoht, so you have forced your way in, and you are the law They are rude and pushy everywhere But I am not iet out"

Griffin said, "I’ member we’ve identified as a José Raton, DC, while lying in wait for my sister, Delsey I have his picture onaway after the attack on her at the B&B here in Maestro Unfortunately for you, he was carrying a disposable cell with your number on it Careless of hiuess he didn’t think it would be necessary He was one of the men who called you for instructions froue! Vous avez perdu la raison! C’est completement fou!" She waved her hand in his face "This is lunacy, it is madness, do you hear me?"

Anna pulled a sheaf of pictures from her jacket pocket "I appreciate your fluent French and your draestures, Claudine, but they won’t fly now Take a look at these" Anna handed her the pictures "Once we kneho to ask about, we sent a photo of you to the Spanish police, asked them if they could identify you, match your photo with anyone in their files of the Lozano and Salazar fahteen, I’d say, standing next to Maria Rosa Salazar, accoht you voice, and no doubt brought you into the Lozano family business Odd you never mentioned her Did you even study with Professor Salazar here at Stanislaus at all, or spend all your ti business?"

Gabrielle looked wildly toward her luggage

Anna said, "Forget the gun you have tucked inside that luggage, Claudine You’re not getting anywhere near it Now, you were at Salazar’s party last Friday night It was you, wasn’t it, who ordered two of your thugs to take Agent Racker out of there and find out what he knew?"

Gabrielle kicked out fast and hard against Griffin’s wounded leg She rabbed her ponytail and jerked her back against her She held her Glock against her teinia, Claudine, I doubt you’ll ever get to see France again at all"

Griffin stood slowly, his leg thru like a ed pieces on the floor "Now, Agent Parrish, don’t you think you’re being overly harsh? Maybe Ms Renard can cut a deal with the Justice Department, tell them all about the Lozano faetown, Washington, DC

Two days later, Friday evening

Anna accepted a slice of pizza from Griffin and bit in There were half a dozen pizza boxes scattered on every available surface in the Savich living room for the dozen people--DEA, FBI, and the sheriff of Maestro--and most of them Griffin hadn’t even knoeek before and now they were his friends

Sherlock patted her mouth with a napkin and sat back in her chair "Let ets the credit here, the DEA or the FBI?"

Mac Brannon looked frouess hat’s probably going to happen between these two"--he nodded toward Griffin and Anna--"we’ll have to consider it a joint success" He raised his beer bottle and toasted Savich "Now that I think of it, though, Savich here did so I don’t reme away the guns and drugs"