Page 61 of SEAL's Promise
“Same,” Eli said.
“On that, we’re on the same page. I understand your reluctance to take Rachelle to D.C., Cal. We don’t have a choice. I’ll keep searching for someone to talk to me off the record about the money. You have your own sources. Call in the favors. Same with the rest of you.”
Cal frowned. “All right. I’ll see what I can learn. I want to know who will be in that interview room with Rachelle, Brent. Make it clear that I’ll be with her.”
“Copy that. Keep me updated. I’ll contact you soon.” Brent ended the call.
Levi whistled. “I’d hate to cross that man. He plays hardball.”
“It’s not a wise move,” Jon agreed. He looked at Cal. “You want me to trace the money pipeline?”
He wasn’t a cop any longer. The restrictions of the law no longer hamstrung him like it once did. “Do it.” Rachelle’s life was at stake. He’d do anything to save her because she’d slid deep into his heart. What would he do if she didn’t feel the same way about him?
He glanced her way. SEALs were mission driven. Rachelle was his. End of story.
“I’ll do what I can,” Jon said.
“Do I want to know how far you’ll go?” David asked the sniper.
He smiled.
“That’s what I thought.” His eyes narrowed. “Wait. You’re Jon Smith, the sniper, aren’t you?”
He inclined his head.
“Holy cow,” Caleb muttered. “I don’t think your team will need us for anything except mop up.”
Rafe’s expression darkened. “Until we discover who’s after Rachelle and why, she’ll continue to be a target. Someone wants their hands on her bad enough to send multiple teams. They didn’t count on Fortress defending one of their own.”
Jackson shook his head. “Cal had a major role in saving Rachelle in Antigua. I lost count of how many men he killed to reach her in time.”
“Enough,” Cal said, voice soft. He wasn’t ashamed of his role, but didn’t glory in the deaths either.
David refocused on Jon. “How many other hidden skills do you have, Smith?”
“Want me to demonstrate?”
“Not on your life. I want to know the skills at my disposal when you’re in town.”
A shrug. “Interrogation.”
A slow smile curved the sheriff’s mouth. “I’ll keep your training in mind if we discover terrorists in my county.”
He turned to Eli. “The safe room is behind the bookcase filled with mysteries in the library. Third shelf down from the top, pull the last book on the right. The bookcase will move, revealing a steel door with a keypad.” He reeled off the six-digit code for the safe room. “Once you’re inside and shut the door, the bookcase will slide back into place. The keypad inside the room allows occupants out. One wall is monitors tied to the security cameras.”
“Thanks. Let’s hope we don’t need it.”
“We need to return to work. We have a killer to catch.”
Sorrow shadowed Levi’s eyes. “Mr. Watts was a good man. He deserved better than to be bludgeoned to death.”
“He was a friend of yours?” Eli asked.
“To all of us. He was best friends with our grandfather, but he taught us to be better cowboys and men.”
Caleb chuckled. “Raising the Montgomery boys was a community affair. Mr. Watts had more influence than anyone except Dad and Grandpa.” His amusement faded. “We’ll do right by him.”
After David and his brothers left to return to their duties, Jon eyed Eli. “I need to scout the terrain, then search the Net.”