Page 25 of Rescuing the SEAL


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Rhea’s fingers kept moving. “He’s been seen twice near the marina, and once near the fuel yard.”

Wyatt’s body stilled. “Coincidence?”

Letty hesitated, then shook her head. “I doubt it.”

The room shifted as Cal cleared his throat. “Tell us what we need to know.”

Letty inhaled, her posture stiffened. “He came on to me.” She grimaced. “I wasn’t interested. We’d worked fine before, but…”

Wyatt’s hand tightened around the coin again.

“He didn’t take that well,” she continued. “And he was furious when I got the disaster grant instead of him.”

Rhea glanced over her shoulder. “Financially furious?”

“Yes.”

Cal folded his arms. “Would he sabotage a casino boat full of civilians?”

Letty waited to answer. “Over me, no, but I don’t know what he’s capable of anymore.”

Damn her honesty. Wyatt stepped forward, not enough to crowd her. “Does he know you’re here?”

She met his eyes. “Yes.” Silence thickened the room as she leaned against the table.

“Could this be some jealous thing for him?” he growled.

Calder stepped between them verbally without raising his voice. “Focus.” He glared at Wyatt. “This isn’t helping.”

Rhea pulled up surveillance stills. “There’s Driscoll,” she said, enlarging an image. The man wore a hoodie. It was grainy, but definitive.

“Why would Will be involved in any of this?”

Rhea continued, clicking again, “Driscoll’s known associate list includes… Will Thomas.”

The room stilled as Wyatt exhaled quickly. “That’s not a coincidence.”

Cal scanned the room. “Options?”

Wyatt didn’t hesitate. “Find Driscoll.”

“And Thomas?” Cal asked.

Wyatt’s gaze shifted to Letty. “That depends.”

Letty’s eyes widened. “On what?”

Wyatt didn’t answer out loud.Is this jealousy or conspiracy? Can I keep her safe? What could he mean to her?

She pushed off the table and straightened her spine. “On what?”

Wyatt didn’t respond because Rhea spoke. “Driscoll’s been spotted at the old fuel yard twice this week.”

Wyatt caught the silver dollar mid-air. “I’ll go.”

Letty stepped forward instantly. “You’re not going alone.”

He turned. “Yes. I am.”