Free Devil Hath Come (an FBI/Romance Thriller ~book 7) by Morgan Kelley Page A

stairs. “Like this is my first damn day at the mother rodeo.”
    The men watched her go.
    “Spill it Dad,” Ethan said, once she was gone from the room.
    Wyler touched both of his boys on the shoulder. “I had a dream.”
    It was all he had to say for Callen’s nerves to fray even more. Although neither man believed in total Indian mojo, they did know that when their grandfather was alive, he often had premonitions. They’d learned to never discount any dreams that their father had either.
    “We’re as read y as we’ll ever be,” Ethan said as he held his son tighter.
    “In the dream , my father came to me. He had one thing to say. ‘ Protect the raven’ .” He looked back and forth at his grown sons, knowing that they needed to know. “She’s in danger. You need to guard her with your life.”
    This made Callen more of a nervous wreck. He began cursing in their Native tongue. They had started using it so as not to use profanity openly in front of the kids.
    Ethan placed his hand on his brother’s shoulder for reassurance. “Cal, she’s going with both of us. One of will have to remain with her at all times, no matter what.”
    “This is why she should stay home.”
    “It’s n ever going to happen. I got us a room in the hotel on our dime. It’s big, secure and not easily accessible. I want to know that she’s safe. If we rented a house, it’s out in the open. No one is going to get access to that room with us guarding the door.”
    Callen began to relax.
    “I made a medicine bag for her.”
    That surprised both men. Their father never showed interest in the ancient art before.
    “When I had the dream, I went to the Rez and located Timothy’s book. I followed the directions explicitly.”
    Okay, the men weren’t sure how to feel about that , since they both believed it was bunk. Yet, a little part of them wanted to hope it would offer her more safety.
    “If she’ll wear it then go for it, Dad,” Ethan offered. He wasn’t willing to not accept any extra luck when it came to his wife’s life. If some dried up herbs in a sack would add extra protection, so be it.
    “You should have made her twenty of them,” Callen added, believing his father was trying to do everything in his own power to save their Elizabeth. It was greatly appreciated.
    Wyler took it off his neck and held it out. “I’ve been waiting to find out who it belonged to for a week.”
    “This is going to be the death of me,” muttered Callen.
    Blackhawk knew exactly how he was feeling. Right then , he could use some medication himself.
    “We’ll get through this, Cal. I promise with my life, that no one’s going to hurt our Elizabeth.”
    Callen knew his brother wouldn’t lie to him about something as important as this. Ethan would speak the truth and then be the one who held them up.
    “Let’s go help her pack,” Ethan offered, kissing his son and placing him back on the floor. “Daddy loves you and I’ll see you in a couple of days.”
    Callen offered his brother EJ and leaned down to kiss and hug the little toddler. “I love you too, CJ. You take care of your brother and sister while we’re away,” he said, cuddling him.
    Ethan kissed little EJ before whispering in his ear. The boy was his namesake an d he adored and loved him just like he did his biological son. His heart didn't differentiate between any of their kids. They were all his.
    “I think I’m ready,” stated Callen as he stood.
    Blackhawk was too. It looked like they had a killer to find and a woman to keep safe.
    He had to wonder, which task was going to be harder.
    Never mind. Unfortunately, he knew the answer to that.
     
     
    Once again , the car was relatively quiet. Yet, this time it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. Everyone was just lost in their own thoughts over what was on the horizon when it came to Circle Rock and this killer.
    Elizabeth ’s mind was forced to try and process one thing. Why was the killer vying for her attention?