Free Sanctuary 02 - The Only Easy Day (CMS) (MM) by RJ Scott Page A

on Nik, who seemed the clearest headed here.
    "Why didn't you take this case to the feds?" That was a question that needed answering. This whole private army Sanctuary thing sounded suspicious.
    "Morgan was at a safe house," Nik answered quickly. "Protected by the FBI. But it was compromised and my ex-FBI partner was shot. Someone inside the FBI was passing on information."
    "Did you find out who?" 

    "No, although the FBI is keen on getting Morgan back, and hell, if they find out what we're doing with Robert, they'll jump on him as well." Nik looked directly at him and then at Dale, who had a face like thunder.
    "Robert?" He was a SEAL; he knew gravity when he saw it. Dale looked like he was on the losing end of an argument. His lips were pressed in a tight line, and his expression was carved from stone.
    "I think you need to see something," Morgan started as Dale pushed himself away from the wall.
    "He doesn't," Dale said firmly. "I said we don't need him involved."
    "We have to trust him with what we know," Morgan insisted.
    "He's a fucking cold-as-ice operative."
    "It's his stepsister—" Nik started. Dale interrupted with a snort.
    "And look how he feels about that. He asked for fucking details of how she died like a sit rep for God's sake."
    "Dale—"
    "I didn't sign up for murder, Morgan, and if we get him involved…"
    "I know." Morgan visibly deflated. "I know you were here to help me . I understand if you can't stay. But, Dale, just because he's this tough guy SEAL, it doesn't mean he wants to hurt people. He needs to know."
    "Morgan—"
    Morgan turned to face Joseph. "You're not here to hurt people, are you?"
    Joseph watched the tennis match of accusations and comments. What the hell had crawled up Dale's ass and died? Finding who killed Elisabeth, or who had her killed, was Joseph's priority. It didn't matter if he was passed on whatever intel they appeared to be keeping from him. He would find out why Elisabeth died. Would he hurt someone when he found them? He had control that no one else knew about. He fought for his country to a set of values that guided him in everything. He wouldn't murder. He just wanted information. This Morgan guy looked so earnest and seemed to be expecting an answer from him.
    "I want to know who killed her and why. The law can dispense the justice." There. That should be enough to make Morgan happy. Joseph ignored the look of utter disbelief that passed over Dale's face.
    Morgan looked at the envelope in his hands, his face creased in thought. Finally he handed it over, and Joseph opened it to look inside before tipping the contents carefully on the table in the corner. He laid out the array of photos and notes.
    "I haven't had the chance to sort this properly like I had it on the board in the last house," Morgan said near his ear. "When we had to move quickly tonight, I just grabbed it all."
    Joseph frowned as his eyes flicked from photo to photo. This was one hell of a lot of intel, and it appeared Morgan had somehow come to the same conclusion as Dexter had with the information from Fuentes. Morgan moved a few but not before Joseph spotted a photo he recognized—his stepsister at graduation and a more recent photo of her in a blue sweater with her hair tied back from her face. She had sent the same photo to him on his last furlough, and he had it in his wallet even now. He took the photo from Morgan, ignoring the expression on the other man's face. He was only just keeping it together today. Add in compassion again and he'd freaking lose it. He turned the photo over, half expecting the same message to appear on the back. There was none. On his copy she had written one sentence, See if this will get me a SEAL boyfriend, LOL.
    He'd never showed any of his team. The last thing he had wanted for the woman he was beginning to feel affection towards was to open her to any of his rough and ready friends. SEALs made bad relationship choices at the best of times. Forcing himself back to the