Page 68 of SEAL by Fate

Gray rubbed his forehead. “I just realized something. I got to go. If I’m right, I’ll let you know.” He was already across the grass toward his truck when he heard Jamison…

“Don’t get into any trouble, you hear?”

The instant he was in his truck and pulling out, he was calling Stormy’s phone. It was answered, but not by who he expected.

“It’s about time you caught on. You did catch on, right?”

“Phantom? Is that you?” Gray squeezed the phone until he thought it would break.

“Very good, Special Agent. I was starting to think you weren’t as smart as I had given you credit for.”

“The dog belonged to you. Didn’t she?”

“No, not me. She was Natasha’s. She really hated that she had to use her pet as a ploy, but look how well it turned out. Too bad she’s not here to see how well the mutt did. I’m sure you know her true identity by now. It’s sad if you think about it. She never had a chance.”

Gray concentrated on the road ahead as every cell in his body turned to lava. “If you hurt Stormy I’ll shred you to pieces. You’ll suffer until I end your life,” he said gravely.

Phantom’s laugh vibrated the line. “I love it. Look at you. Is that the way a lawman is supposed to act? I’m not a fool. You have to take me in alive.”

“When it comes to Stormy, I’m not a lawman. I’m just a fucking pissed off man who is hungry to clean you off the face of the earth.”

“Tsk. Tsk. What anger issues you have. I mean, you shouldn’t be so angry with me. You fell right into this, my friend. If it wasn’t for me, you two would have never met. Looking back, how easy did I make it for you to catch me and each time you chose Stormy. I do admit, I realize how sweet she is. Like sweet cream on bread. Research proves that men can’t think while they’re getting a new piece of snatch.”

“Fuck you, son of a bitch. Tell me where she is and I’ll make your death quick and painless.”

“You can’t possibly think that’s how things will go down, do you?”

“You’re a lunatic. I don’t think you have a clue what the hell comes next. But I assure you that soon we’ll be face-to-face.”

“Yes…oh yes. I look forward to it. Now be a good policeman and do your job.” The phone clicked off.

“Fuck!” Gray threw his phone.

Turning the Jeep into a turn off, he fished for his cell, glad he didn’t it in his temper. For the first time he was grateful that his dad had a tracking device on all their vehicles. What Gray used to think was overkill was now the very thing that would help him find where Stormy was.

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