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“You promised not to push yourself too hard. A fifteen-minute nap will give you a chance to regroup and gather your strength for the next task.”
Although he hated to admit it, Grant needed to lie down for a few minutes. He might also ask Andre to tape his injured side with Kinesio tape. May not help much but it sure couldn’t hurt. He bent and brushed her mouth with his. “Okay,” he murmured.
“Thank you.”
He stretched out on the bed and, within seconds, was asleep.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
RAYNE RETURNED TOthe bedroom when Seth signaled he was ready to begin their discussion. She closed the door behind her and walked toward the bed. “Grant.”
The man she adored woke instantly and turned his head toward her. “Is Seth ready?”
She nodded. “Do you need a soft drink or water?”
He grabbed a pillow, pressed it over his wound, and sat up, swinging his feet to the floor. “Better go with water this time.”
Good choice. “I’ll get your water while you sit down.”
“Has anyone found information on other soldiers or their family members who might be our culprits?”
“Nope. Most of our teammates were on the balcony or stretched out on the floor for a quick nap themselves.”
“Good. I’d hate to think I’m such a wuss that I need to turn in my man card. I’ve been hurt worse than this and kept going.”
Rayne laughed. “Your man card is safe, babe.”
After she selected another bottle of water for Grant, they joined the others in the living room.
Seth turned to Riley. “I know it’s only been a few minutes, but I also know how fast you work. Do you have anything for us?”
“Check your Fortress email. I found two traffic cam shots. I’m still looking for more of those and security camera footage along the street.”
Grant pulled out his phone, logged into his email, and tapped on Riley’s message.
Rayne did the same and studied the shot. Although the picture was grainy, Rex was recognizable. Another person sat beside him in the SUV. Unfortunately, the passenger wore a large hoodie with the hood raised and kept his head lowered so his face wasn’t in view of the camera in this shot.
She brought up the second photo. More of the same except the passenger’s head was turned toward Rex and was raised higher. At least she could tell the passenger was Caucasian from the profile.
Although this photo was as grainy as the first one, the change in the passenger’s position made it possible to see a partial outline of the face. Rayne tapped the picture and enlarged it. Enlarging the photo only blurred the picture more. Not the result she was looking for.
She clicked on the Fortress imaging program. Zane Murphy’s computer program could clean up the images. Whether the process would be enough to identify the passenger was anyone’s guess.
Rayne uploaded the photos and clicked on three options, then waited for the result. When the pictures appeared, she frowned. Still not good enough to identify the passenger.
She tapped a few more keys, highlighted the passenger’s side profile, and waited. Seconds later, the enlarged section of the photos popped onto the screen. Her breath caught. Cruel was the only word that fit under the circumstances.
“Got something?” Grant asked.
Rayne handed her phone to Grant. He studied the photos, the muscles in his jaw tightening. Yeah, that’s how she felt. How could they do that to Beau?
“What is it?” Seth asked, his gaze shifting from Rayne to Grant.
Grant handed his team leader Rayne’s phone.
Seth studied the photo for a moment, his facial expression hardening as he handed the phone to Teagan.
She scowled. “That’s messed up. Who would do that?”
