“The very same.” Nate crossed his arms, the flashlight sticking out from beneath one elbow. He raised a single eyebrow at her quick defense. “Take it easy. It was just a statement.” 
	He shrugged in answer to Maggie’s question, still eyeing her with a suspicious gleam in his eyes. “Same as you, if I had to guess.” He turned and walked toward the door, holding the flashlight at his side in a tight grip. “Fred’s my cousin. Practically brothers, really. And the police are incompetent baboons running around a cage of slippery banana peels. So,” he pulled the door open and used his foot as a stopper. He placed his free hand in a pocket of his jeans and turned to face Maggie once more, “I’m here to do their job and find him. You in or out, Rogers?” He nodded toward the door.