Free Edge of Survival by Toni Anderson Page B

there?”
    “Not unless you put it there.” Daniel held Kershaw’s gaze.
    The cop’s eyes were hard now, weighing and measuring him as though he was a piece of meat. “How long have you lived in this country, Mr. Fox?”
    “Two years.” Daniel forced himself to relax because he knew what was coming.
    “You were in the UK before that?”
    Daniel nodded. He’d been based in the UK.
    “Any criminal record? Any surprises we should know about before I put in a request to the British authorities?”
    Anything he should know? Did double taps count? Daniel shook his head. “No.”
    Kershaw leaned back in his seat and Daniel recognized a young female constable from Nain walking swiftly across the room. She looked proper and professional in her gray shirt and navy pants and smiled a tad too brightly.
    “I just found out Mr. Fox was in the military before he moved to Canada.”
    Bollocks.
    The Doc watched him avidly from beneath her lashes as she chewed her food.
    “Oh yeah?” Kershaw’s face gained a smile but Daniel saw the neurons firing. “I was in the Navy for a few years myself—what unit were you in?”
    Daniel looked down at his tightly clenched fists that gave away the fact he wasn’t feeling as relaxed as he wanted them to think. He sat back and spread his hands on his thighs. He could bluff. Lie. He was good at it. But it was only a matter of time before they found out the truth. And if he lied, they might think he had something to hide. Bloody hell. He glanced at the Doc, who was now pretending to stare out the window even though he could tell from the angle of her chin she was listening to every word.
    “I was in the Parachute Regiment for three years.” He paused, wondering if that was enough but then figured it wasn’t. “And 22-SAS for eight years.”
    Kershaw whistled. “Impressive. What rank?”
    “Sergeant.” Daniel glanced sideways as understanding dawned on the Doc’s face. Give him military approval and the fact he’d killed wasn’t such a horrifying act. But Daniel knew he wasn’t a hero or a monster. He was somewhere messed up in-between.
    “Why’d you leave the SAS?” Kershaw asked.
    Because he’d killed a civilian cameraman but let the reporter live. Big mistake.
    This cop was smart. Daniel could tell he’d just catapulted straight to number-one suspect status. “Eleven years is a long time.” Not long enough . He shrugged nonchalantly, slumped in his seat as though he couldn’t be bothered to even stretch his mouth in a yawn. “I’d had enough.” Maybe they’d check it out. Maybe they wouldn’t. He didn’t care. But no way was he discussing it further in front of the Doc, and he’d been the one to insist that she stay. What a git.
    Kershaw surprised him. “You can both go. We know where to find you?” This question was directed to the female constable who stood at Kershaw’s shoulder.
    “Yes, sir.”
    Daniel bolted to his feet.
    “Don’t leave town…”
    He didn’t hear what the RCMP Constable was saying because he was outside inhaling huge gulps of pristine air. Seconds later, he felt the Doc standing behind him. Sweat superheated his back, and for an awful moment he thought he was going to have a panic attack right here in front of all these cops.
    “Well, that went well,” she said. Then she took a chug of water from her bottle and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Sarge.”

Chapter Six
Swifter and More Keen than Eagles 11 Squadron RAF
    Cam sat in the passenger seat, trying to figure out what to say. They were alone in the chopper going full belt just meters above the surface of the ocean. The pounding of the rotors was fierce, the sun blazing so brightly she squinted even behind her sunglasses. It was exhilarating to go so fast, but also a little bit scary. And he knew it.
    He hadn’t said a word since they’d left the bar, but his jaw flexed rhythmically and his expression was as grim as a death mask.
    “Daniel—”
    “Don’t.” His