"Would have been? " Ryan nodded. "They're both dead." Cole's mind began to race with questions.

"When did you say you started working on this investigation? " "I didn't say."

"Okay, you didn't tell me. So when did you? " "I was appointed to head the special force after one of the robberies."

"Quit being so evasive. Tell me which one of the robberies it was."

"Dillon, " Ryan answered. "After the robbery at Dillon."

"Your hometown."

"Yes, my hometown." Silence settled between them as Cole recalled the accounts he had heard of Dillon.

"Did your wife and daughter get sick? " he finally asked.

"Stop asking so many questions, Cole."

"Did they? " he persisted.

Ryan shook his head. "No, they didn't get sick. They were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time." Cole let out a long breath. "Ah .

. . hell, Daniel. They're the ones, aren't they? " Ct