Free Navy SEAL Captive by Elle James

could get a bead on him from one of the windows in the high-rise hotels. He needed to get to his own clothing and out of the New Orleans Saints football jersey. If someone recognized him, it would be too easy to follow him in the distinct white jersey with gold-and-black accents.
    Thirteen minutes later, he arrived at the marina, having zigzagged from the beach to the street and finally to the marina. He spotted the Jeep that Montana had rented. He wondered if Quentin would be there with Carly.
    He marched on, carrying the big beach bag, trying to look like a tourist preparing to go out on a fancy yacht. When he reached the yacht, he leaped on board and dropped down the stairs into the living quarters.
    â€œAbout time you got there,” Montana announced.
    Duff stood beside a smoky-gray quartz table, his arms crossed over his chest. “Quentin took Carly out dancing. He won’t be back for a while.”
    â€œWhat gives?” Montana asked.
    Sawyer tipped his head toward Montana, and then his gaze slid to Duff.
    Duff returned the look, concern drawing his brows together. “We just got here. I haven’t filled him in on much.”
    â€œWhere’s Natalie?”
    â€œI left her at the bungalow,” Duff said. “She had a conference call with her boss.”
    â€œShe going back to the Stealth Ops group?” Montana asked.
    Duff nodded. “Now that her sister doesn’t need her around anymore, she’ll report for duty with SOS when she gets back from Cancún next week.”
    Natalie had told them SOS stood for Stealth Operations Specialists. They were a secret government organization established to take care of anything that needed even more secrecy than the FBI or CIA could provide.
    â€œThanks for ditching the WaveRunner way down the beach from where we rented it,” Montana said. “By the way, who was the babe who jumped on with you?”
    â€œThat’s why you’re here and not at the bungalows.” Sawyer pulled the case from the beach bag, laid it on the table and held out his hand. “Got a knife?”
    Duff pulled out a slim pocketknife and handed it to Sawyer.
    Montana asked, “What’s in the case?”
    â€œTrouble,” Duff answered for Sawyer.
    Sawyer flipped the latches open and lifted the lid, exposing the dark clothing on top.
    â€œI don’t get it.”
    â€œGive me a sec.” Sawyer ran his finger over the spot Jenna had rubbed earlier, and the divider between the top and bottom halves of the suitcase popped upward. When he lifted it all the way, Montana stood.
    â€œWhat the hell?” He reached for the rifle parts. “You could spend a lot of time in a Mexican jail if they caught you with that kind of equipment.” He shot a puzzled glance at Sawyer.
    â€œIt’s not mine.”
    â€œWhose is it? The woman who kidnapped you on the WaveRunner?”
    â€œNo. She thought it was her case, took it to her room and discovered the rifle and this.” He pulled out the envelope and showed them the photos and the note. “Apparently, someone wants me dead.”
    Duff grabbed the note, and Montana leaned over his shoulder to read it.
    When he finished, Duff shook his head. “But why?”
    Sawyer’s lips tightened. He suspected the reason had something to do with his father. “If I knew, I might also figure out who could be gunning for me.” He paced away from his teammates and back. “All I have are the rifle, the photos and the note.” He glanced at Duff. “Has Lance left his bungalow yet?”
    Lance had come to Cancún with Natalie to provide SOS technical support in Natalie’s mission to find her sister and the other women who’d been abducted. He was a top-notch techno guru with the ability to hack into just about anything.
    Duff nodded. “He asked his boss if he could delay his return by two days to catch some of these tropical rays before he returns to