Page 45 of SEAL's Promise

With a nod, Eli made the call.

A moment later, a gruff voice answered. “Yeah, Maddox.”

“It’s Eli. You’re on speaker.”

“Sit rep.” When Eli finished his report, Maddox said, “How’s your head, Rachelle?”

“Aside from a massive headache, I’m fine.”

“Jackson.”

“Ten stitches near her hairline along with cracked ribs. She’s on pain meds and antibiotics. I’ll tape her ribs in a few minutes so she’s more comfortable. Rachelle will be back to normal in a few days.”

“Excellent.”

“You told us to call.” Cal stroked Rachelle’s arm with his thumb. “You have new information?”

“Someone broke into Rachelle’s apartment.”

She gasped. “Oh, no. What did they take?”

“As far as we can tell, nothing.”

Cal frowned. Stealing her belongings wasn’t the point. Was someone hunting for clues to her location? “Did they search her home?”

“No. That wasn’t their purpose.”

“What did they want?” Rachelle asked.

“To leave behind evidence that you’re plotting to kill President Martin.”

Her hands fisted. “It’s not true.”

Ice water flowed through his veins. “Rachelle would never threaten Martin,” Cal insisted.

“We know. The Secret Service, however, would take the threat seriously if they learned of it.”

“Fortress investigated when the alarm was tripped?”

“I responded with a team. If it was a simple B & E, I would have called Metro PD.”

“Good thing Metro’s finest weren’t called.” Eli’s voice was grim. “They would’ve reported the threat to the feds.”

“I didn’t threaten the president, sir,” Rachelle said, voice shaking.

“I believe you. I’m concerned about what will happen when the person who planted the information realizes the plan didn’t work.”

“They’ll try again.”

“Be prepared.”

“What happened to the planted threat?” Cal asked.

“Confiscated and removed from her apartment.”

“Destroyed?”

“Not yet. We might need it as proof of a frame. No one will find the information.”