Tactical Deception: Silent Warrior, Book 2

Tactical Deception: Silent Warrior, Book 2 by J.L. Saint

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widespread domestic terrorist plot in American history.
    He turned his attention back to the men. Both SA Gibson and SOO de Jerk were looking at him, and had clearly read his interest in Sergeant Johnson. Well, shit. There went Rico’s bid for freedom.
    Twenty minutes later, Rico followed McKay through the precinct, having left Gibson and de Jerk in the interrogation area. He had a feeling they were going to dig into Johnson next. Rico heard Angie even before he saw her.
    “Officer Cox, this is your last chance. After today’s events, it will only take one phone call to the press to turn this place into a media nightmare. I suggest you let me speak to someone who has contact with Corporal Santana right now or I am going to make that call.”
    “Ms. Freemont, I assure you that Corporal Santana will contact you the moment he is able—”
    “She sounds like a force to be reckoned with,” McKay said.
    “She can move the earth,” Rico muttered, distinctly remembering the ground shaking when he finally planted his mouth on her ripe lips. The fierceness in her voice as she dealt with the policeman sent a flood of warmth through him. Rico knew he could count on the team no matter what, but as for anyone else in his life, not so much. His father had split before he’d been born. His mother had been too strung out on drugs to care much before she OD’d in a back alley. And his grandmother—that had been a different story. He sucked in air and shoved that memory back deep into his gut.
    “I don’t think you quite heard what I said, Officer Cox. I will—”
    “Angel, I’m here.” Rico turned the corner and saw her. She looked as if she’d been through the wringer twice and had never been more beautiful. Her crazy red hair curled in every direction possible and impossible. Her green eyes were red-rimmed and misty with tears. Her face was pale and creased with worry and her clothes were wrinkled, stained with blood.
    “Thank God.” Heedless of anything or anyone, Angie rushed toward him. He absorbed the impact of her warm curves pressing hard into him and wrapped his left arm around her. Nothing in his whole life had ever felt as good as she did at that moment.
    “What’s going on?” she muttered against his neck as she pressed even closer to him. “You haven’t called or anything.”
    Rico allowed himself another second of bliss then eased back from her. “Come on. I’ll explain after we’re out of here. How’s Franz?” Rico had his ID back but not his cell phone. That, the FBI held on to.
    “Franz’s blood pressure dropped and it was a little hairy, but he’s going to be fine.”
    “I wish I could have been there for you.” It pissed him off that he’d been sitting his ass here instead.
    “It’s all right, honest. Doctor says he can go home in a couple of days. My mother is with him and right now Franz is more worried about Caesar behaving for Lauren than anything else. She and the twins have dog-sitting duty until morning.”
    “Two boys and three dogs, sounds like a circus not to be missed. Did she happen to mention if she called DT?”
    “Yes. He’s coming. I don’t know when.”
    “Good.” Rico glanced at the GBI agent as he urged Angie toward the exit. “I’ll call you when I wake up, McKay. You tell that to Gibson and the SOO too.”
    Looking pale and a bit odd, McKay nodded. Rico turned away, wondering what in the hell that meant then blew it off a second later. His head hurt from too many questions. He figured that the FBI would be monitoring anything and everything—phone calls, actions, computers, and, hell, if they could have stuck a bug in his brain they would have done it. On one hand Rico wanted to talk to his team, but on the other hand, he didn’t necessarily want to draw them into this mess. He knew that both General Dekker and Lt. Col. Weston already had to know what was going down the pike here. He was damn certain all phone calls from any known source, meaning Angie’s

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