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requested flatly.
    “Right,” Ty muttered. He shifted in his seat and leaned forward.
    “You said you had an assignment for us?” he asked eagerly. He would take anything over the “getting up to speed” deskwork they"d been doing the last three weeks. Despite one blip up in the mountains of West Virginia, the last eight weeks of Ty"s life had been god-awful boring. Even Zane couldn"t keep Ty"s wavering attention for very long unless he had something shiny to wave around. Ty needed to be doing something or he began to go stir crazy.
    McCoy"s lips curved into a slow, slightly malicious smile. “I do,”
    he answered. “Corbin and Del Porter,” he said as he retrieved a file.
    “Who?” Ty asked, unimpressed.
    McCoy smiled and reached to the middle of the table for a little white remote. He turned slightly and pushed a button, causing a small flat screen to flick on. A picture of a large cruise ship appeared on the screen bolted to the wall.

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    “Oh shit,” Ty found himself blurting before he could stop himself.
    “This,” McCoy continued as if he hadn"t heard Ty, “is the Queen of the Mediterranean ,” he told them with a wave of his fingers at the ship. “It is currently docked in Baltimore, preparing for a fifteen-day cruise to the Caribbean.”
    “You"re not making us take a vacation, are you?” Ty asked in something close to panic.
    Zane"s chin snapped up in alarm. “Jesus, Grady, we agreed not to even think that word, much less say it.”
    “Corbin and Del Porter,” McCoy said loudly to curtail any more conversation, “were supposed to be on that ship tomorrow. But we finally got enough on these two to detain them.” He slid a file toward Ty and leaned back in his seat with a grin. “There"s a laundry list of no-nos we can pin on them with a little more evidence, and we"ll get it soon enough. What we want from you is something concrete on a few of their contacts.”
    Ty scratched his head absently as he looked over the file. The two men were implicated in numerous high-dollar thefts: art, antiquities, rare gems. All stuff that was hard to steal and harder to fence. It was difficult to tell whether they were collectors or middlemen, but either way, if the FBI leaned on them, it could produce a lot of information on a lot of different high-end thieves and dealers.
    But Ty and Zane weren"t leaners. They didn"t interrogate suspects who weren"t part of their own investigations. They didn"t know anything about this case and would be lost if they were asked to do the interrogation. Information wasn"t why they were here. He glanced to his side, where Zane shrugged one shoulder, having obviously come to the same conclusion.
    “I"m not sure I understand why we"re here,” Ty said in confusion as he gestured between himself and Zane, still looking down at the file.
    “You are here because you two roughly match the physical description of the two men we now have in custody,” McCoy answered with a wide grin.

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    Ty looked up at him suspiciously. McCoy seemed to be enjoying himself too much for this to be good news for Ty or Zane. Zane leaned forward in his seat, frowning, though he didn"t speak up.
    “We look like them,” Ty reiterated flatly.
    “Vaguely,” McCoy agreed. “Same build, mostly. Zane"s coloring.”
    Ty glared at the man. “I"m not following,” he said slowly. “You want us to assume their identities? How"s that gonna work?” he asked.
    “Corbin and Del Porter were booked to leave on that cruise tomorrow,” McCoy said again. “We have it on good authority they plan to meet several of their buyers and sellers while on this cruise, taking advantage of somewhat lax security and customs and what have you in the Caribbean. And since this will be the first instance of the two of them ever showing themselves physically in their business dealings, their contacts only have virtual interactions to go on. They won"t know you"re imposters.