She looked from Will to Nolan and back again. “Fill me in on what?”
“We think we know Seamus’s target.” Will lowered his voice. “The bank target.”
“Are you serious?”
“We’re not sure,” Nolan said, “but word is Seamus has had two teams casing Harbor Trust, the one on Broadway.”
“Broadway…”
"What about it?” Nolan asked.
“Seamus asked me to pull BPD calls to that location last week.”
“Can you do that?” Will asked.
“It’s public record,” Bridget and Nolan said in unison.
Nolan rubbed the five o’ clock shadow on his chin. “So Seamus wanted to know if the bank has been robbed before?”
“I wasn’t sure at the time, but it makes sense with what you and Will have been hearing,” she said. “It sounds like he’s casing the place, making note of armored cash pickups and police surveillance.”
“What did you find?” Nolan asked. “When you pulled the public records from BPD?”
“Two calls in the last five years — one for an unruly customer and one for a disgruntled employee who wouldn’t leave the building,” she said.
“So probably not considered a hot target by BPD,” Will said.
“Probably not,” she said. “Any idea what kind of timeline we’re looking at?”
“We’re guessing sometime between Thanksgiving and Christmas,” Nolan said.
“Any way to nail that down?” Bridget asked.
“We’ll see,” Nolan said. “Seamus is playing it close to the vest. The only reason we know is because fucking Casey has been running his mouth ever since Seamus made him sweat after getting picked up at Centerfolds.”
“He should be careful,” Bridget said. Casey wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but he was a nice kid.
“I tried to tell him,” Will said.
Bridget chewed her lip, turning her attention back to Seamus. “We need to get those names.”
“I think we’ve got that covered,” Nolan said.
She lifted her eyebrows. “You going to fill me in?”
“No.”
“No?”
“The less you know the better,” Nolan said.
She looked at Will, who shrugged. “Don’t put me in the middle of it.”
“You don’t get to decide what I know and what I don’t know,” she said to Nolan.
Nolan set his mouth in a line. “I do when it’s my information.”
“Bullshit,” she said. “You brought me into this. It’s not fair to cherry-pick which parts you let me know about. Besides, not knowing something can be just as dangerous as knowing, especially when it comes to Seamus.”