Righ about now, be thought, would be a good time to see an ol friend again.

Graham came around to the front of his desk.

His plea sure was genuine.

His association with the other detect' went back several years.

A healthy respect for each other' capabilities had been born, as well

as a strong, tacit friend ship.

Their paths hadn't crossed since then, but some people were destined to remain friends no matter how seldom they saw each other.

It was that way with Kane Madigan.

How's it going, Madigan?

Detective Kane Madigan uncoiled his long, wiry body and rose to his

feet, taking the hand extended to him and wrapping strong, tanned fingers around it.

"Just fine."

He flashed an easy grin.

"Hear you're holding someone that we've been looking for."

Graham slung his jacket onto the back of his chair and sat down.

His interest was piqued.

"Oh?"

Kane nodded as he took out a Wanted poster and unfolded it for Graham.

"A collar of yours."

A familiar face looked up at Graham from the poster.

The man certainly was popular, he thought in disgust.

"Horace Taylor," he said without reading the name.

Graham looked up at Kane, returning the poster.

"What do you want him for?"

Folding the paper, Kane stretched out in his chair and tucked it away

into the front pocket of his jeans.

"He's wanted for questioning in a murder case. And suspected trafficking in black-market babies."

Graham understood.

Recovering stolen babies was a personal crusade for Kane.

It was while Graham had been assigned to a task force attempting to

break a babykidnapping ring that he and Kane had met.

Kand,.

heading the same sort of task force in Newport Beach, California, had

been on the trail of a baby abducted from a local hospital.

The baby had literally been taken from her mother's arms by a woman posing as a nurse.

The child's mother had insisted on accompanying Kane every step of the

way.

Redhawk remembered being keenly impressed with her unwavering determination and her stamina.

That story, at least, had had a happy ending.

There weren't many of those available.

Redhawk pointed a finger at the paper that had just disappeared into

Kane's pocket.

"Taylor's slime, all right."

The new black-market ring had been broken up.

Taylor was just a loose end Kane wanted to tie up.

And put behind bars where he could never touch another innocent life,

never break another family's heart.

Kane looked at Graham with interest.

"What's your collar?"

The question brought Caitlin back to mind.

Who wasn't kidding?

She'd never left his mind, not for more than a see ond or so.

"Murder one and attempted kidnapping."

He wanted this man put away for a long time.

Forever.

"We have an eye witness."

Since the man was behind bars here, Arizona had firs dibs on Taylor.

But Kane was taking a number.

This was personal.

No matter what other offenses Taylor had racked up in other states, Kane

wanted Taylor to stand trial in California next.

He laid his ankle across his leg.

"Well, when ever you get through with him, we want him."

Graham thought of the term Taylor faced if convicted "It won't be for a

long time, that much I can promise you." Kane heard the edge in the

man's voice. Redhawk was good cop, but there was something more going

on here " Sounds like you have a personal interest in him.

Showed that much, did it?

Graham thought.

Must be his white blood surfacing.

The Navajo in him would never have allowed it to be so evident.

"I do. He tried to kill my wife." Kane's memory was jogged. He'd had

a long conversation with Martinez before coming to pay his respects t Graham. The captain had mentioned Redhawk's recen marriage.

"Hey, that's right."

Kane sat up, grinning.

"I hear congratulations are in order."

Graham shrugged uneasily.

After the past three weeks, doubted very much if Caitlin would see it