Dead Shall Speak (An FBI/Romance Thriller Book 10) by Morgan Kelley
Authors: Morgan Kelley
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to the stop light, and turn right. He’s right there in that glass building. As for his name, it’s Sheriff Douglas Carlton. He’s a great guy! I’m sure he’ll give you a great welcome, being law enforcement and all.”
Ethan dug more. “Oh, has he been around for a long time?”
The man laughed. “Not as sheriff. He’s only about thirty, but from what I hear, he’s tough to work for. The man loves his job. He’s keeping the college kids out of trouble, and if you’ve ever been to the university, then you’d know that’s no easy task.”
Great.
They had a hard ass cop who wasn’t going to like the idea that there were interlopers in his town. Blackhawk had done this enough to know what was coming.
Now, he was sorry he asked in the first place.
“I appreciate all your help, Johnny. My people will be checking in later tonight. I hope that’s not going to be an issue for you.”
He grinned. “No way, sir! Here at the hotel, we want your stay to be exciting and fun. In fact, there will be fresh baked cookies waiting. They go pretty fast, so I’ll have the staff put some in the rooms you booked.”
Ethan couldn’t help but smile on his way out. He’d procured rooms, it wasn’t a roach coach, and the man was going to leave them cookies on top of getting the town scoop.
Yeah, maybe he could do this without Elizabeth. Only, it just wouldn’t be as much fun.
Blackhawk’s mood was heading in the right direction as he dropped his sunglasses on and headed out to roust a cop.
It was a decent day, if he did say so himself.
* * *
He didn't feel right.
Since arriving there, Callen Whitefox felt like they were being watched. While he might not be as astute as Elizabeth or Ethan, he was pretty sure he could tell when someone was stalking him.
Wherever he moved, Callen was certain eyes watched his every move. It was giving him the willies. He only wished he could figure out where they were coming from, so he could put a stop to it.
It was making him edgy.
As he stood guard over the three doctors in the grave, he could feel someone approaching his flank. At the touch to his arm, he actually jumped. While he knew he had company, he didn't think he’d be touched.
Truth be told, Callen wasn’t one to like contact to his person in the first place, but never that close to his firearm. Turning fast, he surprised the woman beside him, and then had to apologize profusely when she gasped.
“I’m sorry, miss, but you really shouldn’t sneak up on someone who’s carrying a gun,” he chided, glad to see that she was just one of the dig crew.
“Are you really a Fed?” she asked, staring up at the large Native man. His dreamy brown eyes and straight hair was making it hard not to ogle him.
“Yes, why?” he asked.
There was a wave of uneasiness as she moved closer to his body. While he didn't mind having Elizabeth in his personal space, or his brother, Callen hated strangers being there.
It freaked him out, especially after the run in he’d had with his mother’s old boyfriend. It dredged up memories he didn't like to dwell on.
“I was just curious. I’m Valerie Joseph, and I’m in grad school here at the university. I’m also working the dig to help you out.”
When she offered her hand, Callen took it, not sure what to expect. The woman was checking him out, and that made him nervous too.
“I can’t believe we found remains with meat still on them. It’s a once in a lifetime thing,” she offered. “By the time I see a body, it’s all bones.”
Callen relaxed.
Maybe she was just being friendly. It was a sad testament to his life when a petite blonde could freak him out this much.
God, he missed his woman and couldn’t wait to get her back at his side. He was completely screwed up in her absence.
He felt like an idiot.
“Yeah, well, when you work in the FBI, you get this kind of thing a
Ethan dug more. “Oh, has he been around for a long time?”
The man laughed. “Not as sheriff. He’s only about thirty, but from what I hear, he’s tough to work for. The man loves his job. He’s keeping the college kids out of trouble, and if you’ve ever been to the university, then you’d know that’s no easy task.”
Great.
They had a hard ass cop who wasn’t going to like the idea that there were interlopers in his town. Blackhawk had done this enough to know what was coming.
Now, he was sorry he asked in the first place.
“I appreciate all your help, Johnny. My people will be checking in later tonight. I hope that’s not going to be an issue for you.”
He grinned. “No way, sir! Here at the hotel, we want your stay to be exciting and fun. In fact, there will be fresh baked cookies waiting. They go pretty fast, so I’ll have the staff put some in the rooms you booked.”
Ethan couldn’t help but smile on his way out. He’d procured rooms, it wasn’t a roach coach, and the man was going to leave them cookies on top of getting the town scoop.
Yeah, maybe he could do this without Elizabeth. Only, it just wouldn’t be as much fun.
Blackhawk’s mood was heading in the right direction as he dropped his sunglasses on and headed out to roust a cop.
It was a decent day, if he did say so himself.
* * *
He didn't feel right.
Since arriving there, Callen Whitefox felt like they were being watched. While he might not be as astute as Elizabeth or Ethan, he was pretty sure he could tell when someone was stalking him.
Wherever he moved, Callen was certain eyes watched his every move. It was giving him the willies. He only wished he could figure out where they were coming from, so he could put a stop to it.
It was making him edgy.
As he stood guard over the three doctors in the grave, he could feel someone approaching his flank. At the touch to his arm, he actually jumped. While he knew he had company, he didn't think he’d be touched.
Truth be told, Callen wasn’t one to like contact to his person in the first place, but never that close to his firearm. Turning fast, he surprised the woman beside him, and then had to apologize profusely when she gasped.
“I’m sorry, miss, but you really shouldn’t sneak up on someone who’s carrying a gun,” he chided, glad to see that she was just one of the dig crew.
“Are you really a Fed?” she asked, staring up at the large Native man. His dreamy brown eyes and straight hair was making it hard not to ogle him.
“Yes, why?” he asked.
There was a wave of uneasiness as she moved closer to his body. While he didn't mind having Elizabeth in his personal space, or his brother, Callen hated strangers being there.
It freaked him out, especially after the run in he’d had with his mother’s old boyfriend. It dredged up memories he didn't like to dwell on.
“I was just curious. I’m Valerie Joseph, and I’m in grad school here at the university. I’m also working the dig to help you out.”
When she offered her hand, Callen took it, not sure what to expect. The woman was checking him out, and that made him nervous too.
“I can’t believe we found remains with meat still on them. It’s a once in a lifetime thing,” she offered. “By the time I see a body, it’s all bones.”
Callen relaxed.
Maybe she was just being friendly. It was a sad testament to his life when a petite blonde could freak him out this much.
God, he missed his woman and couldn’t wait to get her back at his side. He was completely screwed up in her absence.
He felt like an idiot.
“Yeah, well, when you work in the FBI, you get this kind of thing a
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