The front door opens and shuts with a snap behind Simon. After he turns the lock, he pulls off his raincoat and shoves it into the closet with an irritated huff. Burke, from his place on the sofa, with a game control in hand, losing spectacularly against Nicolo at Mario Kart, glances away from the screen, and lifts a questioning eyebrow at his partner. “I’ve got good news, and bad news,” he says before he kicks his wet shoes off and crosses the living room. A US Marshall having bad news sounds well . . . bad. “What’s the good…