Page 27 of Justice for the SEAL
Someone has been sending me emails threatening my life. Heknows.
He says if I don’t make it right he is going to kill me. Have you two received anything like this? He doesn’t mention your names directly, but he alludes to knowing you are involved on some level. We need to talk. I’d like to do this in person. Are you freethisweek?
“Holy shit.” His eyes skimmed back over the passage, looking for the two words he needed to readagain.
Jax and Cowboy were just as guilty as hefeared.
Movement on the monitor caught his attention—headlights coming toward him down Gemma’s street. It was a pickup truck, and it pulled to the side of the road two cars behindLogan.
This area was a mix of commercial and residential properties, but they were right at the end of the block on a Sunday night. From the location of that truck, he could only be heading to one building—Gemma’s.
Logan cursed under his breath as he ran through his options. The HERO Force van was completely blacked out. The man in the truck wouldn’t be able to see he was in here. He grabbed his tactical duffel bag and quickly changed into dark camouflage before moving back to themonitor.
He zoomed in on the cab of the truck. A man was clearly visible, fat and middle-aged, and looking through binoculars aimed at Gemma’sapartment.
Logan considered his options as he called Austin for backup. He could walk over there and ask the bastard what he was doing. He wouldn’t get an answer, but he’d surely scare the other man away. Unless he was really bad news, in which case he might have aweapon.
What he really needed was to get a plate number and warn Gemma. The night vision camera picked up on the reflective material of the license plate, making it appear completely white. He’d have to get the plate number thehardway.
As Logan watched, the man leaned forward, peering at Gemma’s apartment. Logan clenched his jaw. He couldn’t wait for backup. It wasgotime.
He opened the monitor app on his smart watch and selected the view of the truck driver, dimming the brightness to its lowest level. He grabbed his holster and weapon and flipped a switch, throwing the interior of the van into darkness before carefully sliding open thevandoor.
His vehicle shielded him from the driver’s view, so long as he didn’t catch the other man’s attention by rockingthevan.
He crawled on his hands and knees, fisting his left hand to protect his burned palm as he moved past the car that separated him from the pickuptruck.
It was too dark to see the plate number. He stopped and withdrew his cell phone, taking a picture he hoped he could enhancelater.
The sound of the gun being cocked made his head snap up, half expecting to see the weapon trained on him. His heart stammered, but the man was nowhere tobeseen.
Logan tapped his watch, the screen coming to life. The man in the truck pulled a ski mask over his face and opened his door, the squeak in Logan’s ears matching the image on the tinyscreen.
Logan pulled out hisGlock.
He could clearly see the man’s feet as he walked to the front of the vehicle. Surprise was his ally, and Logan launched himself at the man, clocking him in the head with the butt of hisweapon.
The man lost his footing but recovered quickly, trying to train his gun on Logan. In a split second Logan had to decide whether to fire or attempt to disarm theotherman.
His leg came up in a roundhouse kick, sending the firearm flying. The metallic click of a switchblade registered on his consciousness. The man swung at him, and in a reflex action Logan held up his hand to defendhimself.
The blade sliced into his alreadyburnedpalm.
Pain blossomed, hardening his reserve. He trained his sight on the other man andfired.
The man’s eyes widened and his hand went to what was left of his ear. He turned to run and Logan grabbed him from behind. They were locked together, wrestling for control, the smell of blood and acrid sweat hanging on the airbetweenthem.
Logan was slammed against the cab, his skull bouncing so hard on the metal his vision blurred, the man now more a shadow than anything. Logan’s knee came up hard, catching the man in the balls and doublinghimover.
The truck door opened and Logan wrestled to keepitshut.
He gripped his guntightly.
Shoothim.
Hehesitated.
Shoothimnow.
