Trusting the SEAL (Saving the SEALs Series Book 3) by Leslie North Page B

It’s like tracking a ghost, with his training and contacts.”
    A ghost Spencer had all but escorted out the door. The same old recriminations weighed heavy on Spencer’s mind. Could’ve, would’ve, should’ve. Just one trigger pull, one sniper shot, and the world would’ve been a safer place today. But he hadn’t known. How could any of them have known that Arrieta and his band of malcontents would grow into an international menace, nearly as deadly as ISIS with twice the reach? Now, Spencer owed it to Kyle, owed it to Nick, to do what was necessary. “What do you want me to do?”
    “You focus on nailing down a location on Coran Williams. We still need to question him and find out what he knows and how he’s connected to SHEEPSKIN. I’ll handle Arrieta. Got it?”
    “Yes.” Sitting on his ass wasn’t exactly Spencer’s forte, but he was on thin enough ice where Kyle was concerned. Best not to piss the guy off anymore. “I’ll wait to hear from you.”
    Kyle ended the call without another word and Spencer sighed.
    “That didn’t sound like it went well.” Toni stared down at her phone, not looking at him, her thumbs flying across her keyboard again. “Problems with your team?”
    “No.” He’d already told her far more about what was going on than was prudent and she’d given him nothing, information-wise, in return. She didn’t need to know anything else for now. “It’s fine. Talking to Daddy again?”
    “Funny. No.” She frowned. “I told you he and I aren’t close. I haven’t heard from him in months.”
    “What about the attacks? Wouldn’t he at least want to make sure you’re okay?”
    “I doubt he even knows I’m here.”
    Spencer didn’t. Coran Williams was a billionaire media mogul. He had a network of eyes and ears around the globe. “C’mon. Seriously? You expect me to believe that your father would let one of his most valuable—and vulnerable—assets travel anywhere without keeping tabs on you?”
    Toni crossed her arms and stared out the window. “I told you we’re not close like that.”
    “You’re his only child, Toni, close or not. And a link to him, a way to get under his skin” Nope. Coran Williams might keep his distance from his only daughter, but he would sure as hell monitor her activities. “Let me see your phone?”
    Her gaze darted to his, wary. “Why?”
    “I want to check the SIM card. If your father’s tracking you, I can have Hayley check the ID number and backtrack the signal to find your father’s current location.” He reached for the device. She pulled it away. But not before he saw the text on her screen, who it was from.
    Williams Publishing.
    His blood froze. “So you are in contact with him. Why are you lying to me, Toni?”
    “I’m not lying to you.” She clicked off the message. “I was texting a woman at the publishing company about the possibility of them donating some signed special editions for the auction.”
    He gave her an incredulous look and she turned away, crossing her legs too.
    “You know what? I don’t care if you believe me or not. I don’t have to prove myself to you. I get enough of that with my father, thanks.” She scowled at her phone as she punched in a number then stared out the windows. “Yes, is this the Red Crescent organization? Great. This is Ms. Williams from Williams Wishes. I’m in Jubail for a press conference and I’d like to help in the disaster relief efforts for the village attack.”
    Frustrated, Spencer sat back in his seat and watched her. He was a careful guy, especially when it came to emotions, but maybe Kyle was right. Maybe Toni was lying to them all. Maybe she was feeding information to her father. And if that was the case, then he’d just played right into her hand today.
    And playing the fool didn’t sit well with him. Not at all.

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    B ack at the hotel , Toni threw herself into contacting everyone she knew in the relief aid community to help out with the attack