Free Navy SEAL Captive by Elle James Page A

his cave in the DC area.”
    â€œDo you think he could run a fingerprint check on the rifle?”
    â€œYou’ll need to provide yours and Jenna’s so he can rule them out.”
    Sawyer frowned. “She didn’t handle the rifle, but if he wants to lift prints from the inside of the case and the contents of the envelope... I guess I could go back and get hers.”
    â€œYou spent part of the day with a woman who hijacked you on a WaveRunner.” Duff gave him a hard stare. “Why hesitate now?”
    Running a hand through his hair, Sawyer couldn’t help but grin. “Actually, she was very nice. Quentin and I met her on the zip-line excursion earlier today.”
    â€œDoes she have any connection to the woman Quentin took dancing?”
    Sawyer nodded. “Roommates and best friends.”
    Duff tucked the photos and note back into the envelope. “We need to get these to Lance ASAP. The sooner he runs those prints, the better.”
    â€œThey may come up blank,” Montana said. “An experienced assassin wouldn’t leave prints on his weapon, would he?”
    â€œYou would think he wouldn’t leave his case with his gun lying around for a stranger to take, either.”
    Duff glanced up. “Speaking of which, where did Jenna get the case?”
    â€œFrom the lobby between the concierge and reception desks,” Sawyer replied. “Why?”
    â€œIt’s a pretty modern resort. They probably have a good security system.”
    Sawyer nodded. “I noticed cameras in the hallways and the stairwells. Stands to reason they’d have them in the lobby.”
    â€œI’ll ask Lance to hack into their system,” Duff said. “He could do that while he’s waiting for the match on the latent prints.”
    â€œIn the meantime, you should be thinking about who you pissed off.” Montana grinned. “Maybe it’s one of the terrorists we ousted in the Honduras operation.”
    Sawyer frowned. “If that were the case, why target only me? You’d think whomever was mad about how that went down would go after all of us.”
    Montana scratched his chin. “That’s the case for every one of our missions. It doesn’t make sense. Why would anyone pick on only you? What makes you so different?”
    Sawyer could think of one thing, but he didn’t mention it, because it didn’t seem to have any bearing on what was happening in Cancún. Still, he would make a call as soon as he left the boat and his friends.
    â€œFor whatever reason they want Sawyer,” Duff said, “he can’t just walk around in the open. He’s tall enough that he would stick out in a crowd. He might as well wear a target on his back. A good assassin with the right tools could easily take him out, even at a distance.”
    Sawyer’s lips twisted. “Thanks, Duff. You’re not helping my peace of mind.”
    â€œI’m just saying, you can’t walk around Cancún without protection.” Duff’s brows dipped. “At least our assassin has lost his high-powered rifle.”
    â€œWhat you need is a flak jacket. I bet Lance has one in his stash of equipment he brought along with him,” Montana offered. He glanced around the boat. “Or we might find one on the boat. It has a better arsenal than we have back on base. Wait here. I’ll see if I can find a vest.” Montana headed for the back of the boat, where they’d found rifles, handguns and explosives in an arsenal that would make Gunny salivate. Their gunnery sergeant back in Mississippi made it his purpose to obtain the best weapons available on the market for their unit and missions. He’d find everything he could ask for here.
    â€œAnd I’d hide a flack vest under my loose-fitting Saints jersey?” Sawyer darted a downward glance at the shirt Jenna had loaned him. “I don’t think so. We have to find the assassin