Hot SEALs: Reclaiming the SEAL (Kindle Worlds) (Lost and Found Series Book 11) by J.M. Madden
Authors: J.M. Madden
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Prologue
MAX LOOKED DOWN at the text message he’d just received on his phone.
You were always a great friend.
Alarm coursed through him at the ominous words and he looked at the info bar. No contact name but he recognized the seven five seven Little Creek, Virginia area code. Swiping back, he hit the green call button and put the phone to his ear. As it rang, he made a motion to Lacey. They’d been on their way out to dinner but that would have to wait.
The phone rang several times, then went to a recorded message. The mechanical voice said there was “no voicemail set up for this number.”
Fuck!
Max paged through his contacts. He called Travis first, his old platoon leader.
“Maxwell, my man, what the hell are you up to? I haven’t talked to you for ages. Last I heard you were working at that detective agency.”
Max grinned, a little uncomfortable. Travis was absolutely right, it had been a long time, and honestly, if he hadn’t just gotten that cryptic message, Max may not have even called him today. That made him feel like shit.
As he listened to his buddy on the other end of the line though, a sense of nostalgia overcame him. “You’re right and I’m sorry about that. I need to hook up with you guys and catch up. I don’t think we have time to talk right now. I just got this message…”
Max related what the text said and Travis whistled. “Damn, that sounds like an S.O.S. What’s the number? I’ll see if it matches up to anyone in my phone.”
Max read off the digits.
“Nope, not one of my contacts. I suggest you call Jon Rudnick. He’s the lead for Team 6. Maybe he has more contacts you can tap. That dude seems to know everyone in the Little Creek and Dam Neck Naval area. Let me know what you find out.”
“I will.”
Max dialed Jon’s number. Voice mail. Figured. Max left a message about what was going on, but didn’t expect to hear back. There were five million things that could keep a SEAL from a phone.
But the phone rang in his hand less than a minute later.
“Tate,” Max answered.
“Rudnick. You just called me?”
Max introduced himself and recapped the situation. Rudnick hummed on the other end of the line. “Let me take it up the line and see what I can find out. I don’t recognize the number but somebody down here has to.”
Max hung up, worried that they wouldn’t be in time.
“Nobody knows it?”
Lacey leaned against his side, her blue eyes concerned.
Max shook his head, that hollow feeling in his stomach like something bad was going down and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
“Text it to me and I’ll contact some of the girls back there. We’ll find out who it is.”
But would they find out in time?
In the end, two elite SEAL teams, a cadre of nurses and a large part of the naval population surrounding Norfolk were not enough to save one man.
Chapter One
IT WAS ONLY appropriate that the sky cried today—at the funeral of a fallen hero.
Julie knew that it was going to be an ordeal when everything that could go wrong on her trip down did, keeping her from the graveside funeral until the very end. She had arrived just in time for the three gun volley to swell her heart with emotion. Then a lone bugler began to play ‘Taps’. Her heart ached with the sorrow she could feel drifting through the air. Gwen, Butter’s mother, burst into sobs as the folded casket flag was presented to her. Julie was too far away to hear what the man was saying but Gwen cradled the bundle to her chest protectively. As a final act of respect, the Navy SEALs present walked by the casket and pounded their trident pins into the wood. The lid of the casket gleamed with gold by the time the men had all trooped by.
The service concluded and people began to wander away, murmuring to themselves and stopping to whisper words of condolence to Gwen. They grieved today, but they would go on with their lives in a short amount of time. Another serviceman taking his life was now a
MAX LOOKED DOWN at the text message he’d just received on his phone.
You were always a great friend.
Alarm coursed through him at the ominous words and he looked at the info bar. No contact name but he recognized the seven five seven Little Creek, Virginia area code. Swiping back, he hit the green call button and put the phone to his ear. As it rang, he made a motion to Lacey. They’d been on their way out to dinner but that would have to wait.
The phone rang several times, then went to a recorded message. The mechanical voice said there was “no voicemail set up for this number.”
Fuck!
Max paged through his contacts. He called Travis first, his old platoon leader.
“Maxwell, my man, what the hell are you up to? I haven’t talked to you for ages. Last I heard you were working at that detective agency.”
Max grinned, a little uncomfortable. Travis was absolutely right, it had been a long time, and honestly, if he hadn’t just gotten that cryptic message, Max may not have even called him today. That made him feel like shit.
As he listened to his buddy on the other end of the line though, a sense of nostalgia overcame him. “You’re right and I’m sorry about that. I need to hook up with you guys and catch up. I don’t think we have time to talk right now. I just got this message…”
Max related what the text said and Travis whistled. “Damn, that sounds like an S.O.S. What’s the number? I’ll see if it matches up to anyone in my phone.”
Max read off the digits.
“Nope, not one of my contacts. I suggest you call Jon Rudnick. He’s the lead for Team 6. Maybe he has more contacts you can tap. That dude seems to know everyone in the Little Creek and Dam Neck Naval area. Let me know what you find out.”
“I will.”
Max dialed Jon’s number. Voice mail. Figured. Max left a message about what was going on, but didn’t expect to hear back. There were five million things that could keep a SEAL from a phone.
But the phone rang in his hand less than a minute later.
“Tate,” Max answered.
“Rudnick. You just called me?”
Max introduced himself and recapped the situation. Rudnick hummed on the other end of the line. “Let me take it up the line and see what I can find out. I don’t recognize the number but somebody down here has to.”
Max hung up, worried that they wouldn’t be in time.
“Nobody knows it?”
Lacey leaned against his side, her blue eyes concerned.
Max shook his head, that hollow feeling in his stomach like something bad was going down and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
“Text it to me and I’ll contact some of the girls back there. We’ll find out who it is.”
But would they find out in time?
In the end, two elite SEAL teams, a cadre of nurses and a large part of the naval population surrounding Norfolk were not enough to save one man.
Chapter One
IT WAS ONLY appropriate that the sky cried today—at the funeral of a fallen hero.
Julie knew that it was going to be an ordeal when everything that could go wrong on her trip down did, keeping her from the graveside funeral until the very end. She had arrived just in time for the three gun volley to swell her heart with emotion. Then a lone bugler began to play ‘Taps’. Her heart ached with the sorrow she could feel drifting through the air. Gwen, Butter’s mother, burst into sobs as the folded casket flag was presented to her. Julie was too far away to hear what the man was saying but Gwen cradled the bundle to her chest protectively. As a final act of respect, the Navy SEALs present walked by the casket and pounded their trident pins into the wood. The lid of the casket gleamed with gold by the time the men had all trooped by.
The service concluded and people began to wander away, murmuring to themselves and stopping to whisper words of condolence to Gwen. They grieved today, but they would go on with their lives in a short amount of time. Another serviceman taking his life was now a
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