Page 97 of SEAL's Resolve

“Can’t or won’t say?”

Silence.

“We’ll check for prints on the camera. Whose prints will we find?”

Adams’ jaw hardened. “Mine. Run them. You won’t find much on me aside from a military record.”

“Ranger or Delta?”

Brown eyes stared hard at Rafe. “Ranger. How did you know?”

“Hugh Ward hired your team to protect Kristi. Did he also authorize you to set up fifteen cameras inside the house along with listening devices?”

More silence.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Did Ward tell you to put a camera in Kristi’s bedroom?”

A scowl. “No. I didn’t know a camera was in there. The rest, sure. I wouldn’t have let an invasion of privacy on that scale slide without going up the chain of command to protest. No one should do that to a woman.”

“Yet you didn’t fight to protect her privacy when you installed that camera pointed at her bedroom window.”

“I didn’t like it, but kept my mouth shut when I realized she always keeps that curtain closed. It’s a blackout curtain.”

“Rafe?” Kristi’s soft voice came from the kitchen doorway. “What’s going on?”

He went to Kristi, drawing her into his arms. “I’m sorry we woke you.” Rafe glared at Jackson who shrugged. He’d deal with the medic later for allowing Kristi to walk into a potentially dangerous situation. “Go back to bed. You still have a few hours to rest.” Rest that she desperately needed.

“Who is this man?”

“Meet Dan Adams, a member of your former security detail.”

The other man straightened. “I’m glad to meet you in person, Ms. Stewart. It’s been an honor to be on your security detail.”

She studied his face. “Haven’t I seen you somewhere before?”

“Possibly. I watched over you several nights a week.” A small smile curved his mouth. “No offense, ma’am, but you have predictable routines. Keeping you safe wasn’t a hard job.”

“Except that you and your team allowed Kristi to be kidnapped,” Rafe said.

“I wasn’t on duty that night. Hale and Fleming were.”

“What about Howell?”

Adams grimaced. “Off for the weekend.”

“Have an alibi for your whereabouts Saturday night and Sunday morning?”

“My mother.”

Everyone stared at Adams.

“She had surgery Saturday morning. I’m an only child, and Dad passed away a few years ago. The nurses at St. Thomas Mid-Town will vouch for me. I stayed at Mom’s bedside until Sunday around noon. I went home, showered and changed clothes, then returned to the hospital. I’ve been off duty until last night at 6:00.”

“And no one told you that your team had been replaced.”

“That’s right.” He frowned. “Why didn’t anyone let us know or tell us to remove the electronics?”

“Where’s your partner?”