Free Wanna Play (Ghost Unit, Book Three) by Gail Faulkner

money?”
     
    “Not this time, but hold the thought. What I need is information.”
     
    “What’re we looking at?” Gray’s voice changed subtly from friendly banter to business.
     
    “Do some nosing around and don’t worry about being quiet. Looking for a Marine officer who would have had contact with Marine Jasmina Carson around the time of her discharge. This officer is currently stationed at LOGCOM in Georgia. Anyone questions, you make noise about not being at liberty to discuss it unless someone does something stupid. When you get the officer’s name, I suspect you’ll find what I’m looking for without having to go deep. Concentrate on his entertainment habits and how they might involve unwilling enlisted people under his command, mainly minority women.”
     
    Silence on the other end for a few seconds. “You’re asking a damn dangerous thing. Is the line secure?” Gray’s voice had gone silky with the eerie calm of a predator.
     
    “Hope not.” Blaster’s grin was more bared teeth than humor. “Don’t give a rat’s ass if they have a tap on it or directional pointed at me.”
     
    “Fuck. Your position could be exposed and you want some Marine officer to know you’re sifting his shit?”
     
    “I’d like him to know exactly whose fist is about to be up his ass.”
     
    “Who’s backup? I assume Carson is your concern and shortly you’ll be having some trouble.”
     
    Blaster heard computer keys clicking through the phone. “Jackson still loafing up at your place? I ’spect he’s about done with the little field trip.”
     
    Gray Winston owned an elite security firm that catered to global corporations and their need for multifaceted protection. He handled everything from terrorist and kidnapping threats to corporate espionage defense.
     
    The Unit, though retired from the military, had not ceased being a cohesive group. The bonds forged between them went deeper than blood. As a military commander, Gray had chosen men for his team with instincts older than any military abilities profiles. Descendant of a long line of Seminole warriors, Gray was that indefinable leader who gathered a family around him. Their fit as a Unit was so seamless they became the perfect beast. A fierce fighting entity who’d earned the legacy tag of Ghost Unit. Nothing official about that name. It was only used verbally between the few people who had a view of their actual activity. Ghost Unit referred to their style of accomplishing the seemingly impossible mission without leaving a trace of their passing.
     
    Currently they led separate lives across the country, but were never really separated. Often one or more of them would step in on a job for Gray—or each other. If one called, the entire beast was alert.
     
    “I’m putting you on speaker. Jackson’s right here.”
     
    “Hey, Jack.” Blaster gave Jackson his location before outlining the situation for him. “There have been several accidents on the set but the last two days it became serious. Yesterday they didn’t know I was on site. They used a near-miss shot to spook Jas then sent two locals to attack her that evening. She could have handled the locals but I suspect they wanted her to do something stupid like kill one. With her training, it would have been difficult not to.”
     
    Jackson whistled low. “Jesus. She’s that good? I’ve never read anything about her defensive skills. Poor country boy like you must be dazzled by all that long-legged danger in a woman. Did you see her at the Golden Globes? That dress was a weapon sure to cut any boy off at the knees.”
     
    “Get your head off her damn dress or whatever,” Blaster growled. “I ain’t seen no golden globes around here. I’ve been busy watching a couple professionals circle her.”
     
    “Golden Globes are an acting award, idiot. She was nominated for Best Supporting Actress. Don’t you know who she is? Damn, Blaster, Jasmina Carson is expected to be big. The movie