SEAL Under Siege. Liz Johnson

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      She flicked a strand of dark hair over her shoulder, blinking huge green eyes up at him. Her full, pink lips pressed together, wrinkling her nose slightly. It took everything inside him not to smile at her, to put her at ease and give her the assurance she craved.

      But that wouldn’t do either of them any good.

      “Look, Ms. Hayes, I am sorry that you went through that experience. I’m sorry about what happened to you in Lybania, but I already did as much as I can for you. Now you have to keep living your life. Do you have a pastor or priest you could talk with? Maybe he could help you work through this.”

      Her shoulders fell, the last remnant of hope in her features vanishing. “All right. Thank you for your time.”

      She turned, shuffling toward the office door, and a band around his heart squeezed. He’d done the right thing sending her away. So why did it feel so wrong?

      Just as she reached the door, she tucked a hand into the pocket of her colorful skirt. As she spun on the spot, she held out something that she’d pulled from within. “I almost forgot. One of the guards dropped this in my cell after talking to the American man.”

      He reached for the scrap of paper and unfolded it to reveal a crude sketch.

      “Doesn’t it look kind of like—”

      “—the harbor,” he finished for her. There could be no doubt about the docks and shoreline. He’d run along the beaches in the sketch for nearly ten years. He knew every ship and slip.

      And apparently someone else did, too.

      “But I don’t know what that says.” She pointed toward a line of scrawled symbols.

      He squinted at the text. “It’s not Arabic, but it’s not far off, either.” He pointed to the third and fourth word on the page. “This looks like one and two, but it’s not. It’s different.”

      “You read Arabic?”

      He glanced up from the words written on the map. “Enough.” That was a bit of an understatement. He was actually almost fluent in it and could read nearly anything. But she didn’t need to know that. A few secrets always came in handy.

      “I think it’s a dialect from the hill country. I only picked up a few words of the different dialects while I was there, but it would seem to fit.”

      He nodded. “Might be right.” So why was someone writing in Lybanese on a map of his harbor? His gut clenched as he realized her story might be true after all. But why would they be after Staci? Who would think her a real threat?

      “What did you overhear exactly?”

      Her eyes shone for just a moment before she blinked her hope back under control. “One of the guards said something about the pieces needed to build the bomb. He said they had almost everything they needed, and when it went off, everyone would know they wouldn’t be intimidated by America’s military. And then the American said he’d place it, and it would be just like fireworks.”

      That wasn’t much to go on. “What else?”

      She chewed her lip again, running a finger over the side of her face for the tenth time. “I guess they were talking about this map. I think the American was pointing out landmarks and such.”

      “Then what happened?”

      “They were still talking when someone else came into my cell.”

      His stomach jolted, his hands forming fists completely on their own. He didn’t want to know, but he had to ask. “What did he do?”

      “He tried to get me to confess to breaking the law by giving away bibles. When I wouldn’t confess, he left and the other guy, the one who had been talking to the American, came in to take his turn. He was angry I wouldn’t give in, and I don’t think he noticed when he dropped the map. I scooped it up when he had his back turned. After that, everything is kind of fuzzy until you showed up.”

      “You mean, this all happened the day of your rescue?”

      She nodded.

      “Did the Timmonses hear the American, too?”

      “No.” She locked her hands in front of her, her skirt swishing like a bell as she swayed. “They had separated us after our second week.”

      “Why?”

      She looked away, and he felt the gut punch as sure as if one of the other guys on his team had thrown it. That was a stupid question. Pretty girls in Lybania being held by ruthless terrorists...

      He’d seen enough of that country to know, and he could only pray that she’d been spared the worst, that her physical scars were deeper than her emotional and spiritual ones.

      His pulse pounded in his ears, suddenly ready for a fight. But he’d already taken on the guys responsible for the pink spreading over her cheeks and the bright red scar in front of her ear that she kept trying to cover.

      “It wasn’t anything like what...” Her voice trailed off, and she cleared her throat. “That is, they were waiting for someone. For their leader, I think.” The pink in her cheeks turned into flames.

      Thank God his team had rescued her when it had.

      But even if she’d avoided the physical attack, knowing what was coming had to have left a few emotional scars. It was brave of her to have taken the map in the first place. At a time when she’d been at such high risk herself, she’d thought of others, and had tried to gather evidence she’d hoped to use to keep people safe. That said a lot about her. And it made him even more reluctant to turn her away.

      Maybe he could look into this in his free time. He didn’t have any training missions on the schedule for the next few weeks. Could it hurt to at least keep his eyes and ears open for an American placing a bomb somewhere in San Diego that would send a message to America’s military? It was a huge city and highly unlikely he’d see anything, but at least he could put her mind at ease.

      “I’ll see what I can do.”

      “You will?” Her voice skyrocketed, and she plastered a smile into place.

      “Yes.” He looked at the door then back at her. “Leave me your phone number, and I’ll call you if I find out anything.”

      “And how should I contact you?”

      “Through your PAO. She’ll pass any messages to me.”

      “And who should I ask her to pass them to?”

      She hadn’t missed a beat and was intent on getting his name. “Lieutenant Sawyer.”

      “All right.” She scribbled her phone number on a sticky note and handed it to him before opening the office door. “Thank you, Lieutenant Sawyer. For two weeks ago and for today.”

      “You’re welcome, Ms. Hayes.”

      “Please call me Staci.”

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