Free Deep Dark Mire (An FBI Romance Thriller ~ book four) by Morgan Kelley Page A

brought it up and he assumed the entire mess had worked itself out. “Yes.”
    “Our ME has headed into the snake pit, to find her recently abducted sister. I think the stalker has upped the game. I know it’s not official business, but I have to get there fast.” She told him the rest, including about the note.
    “Take the jet. I’ll cover it for you.”
    “Thank you.”
    “No one’s found the sister ’s body yet?” he asked, calmly. Gabe knew the woman he was talking to had to be worried. Elizabeth wouldn’t leave her child this fast to just go check on an abduction, unless she was expecting worst case scenario.
    “No t yet, Gabe, but I don’t have high hopes.”
    “Tie it to the blown up Denali, and then you can officially make it FBI business, or find me the body. Make it fit the criteria to call in the cavalry, and until then I’ll cover for you and Ethan as best I can.”
    “Thank you, Gabe.”
    “Watch your back, Lyzee, and make sure you come home safe.” Gabe Rothschild had a soft spot in his heart for both Elizabeth and Ethan Blackhawk, more so since he owed her one giant favor. The woman saved his wife, Livy, from a stalker and killer. She handled the situation, so he wouldn’t have to dirty his hands. This favor was nothing in the grand scheme of it all. He had his wife, five daughters and one son, thanks to the woman he called family.
    “I will. I’ll email you later.” She said, running up the stairs to hers and Ethan’s bedroom. Now she had to pack. Elizabeth grabbed her jeans, shorts, t-shirts, swimsuit, sneakers and boots. The weather was going to be hot, it was September in the bayou, and she might need the swimsuit if she had to wade into the swamp to look for a body. She hoped not, but she wasn’t risking her jeans, belt buckle and boots.
    Quickly she changed, pulling on her standard FBI apparel and pulled her Glock from the gun safe in their room. Grabbing her magazine and holster , Elizabeth popped it onto her hip and slid the gun into place. The old familiarity of it gave her a sense of relief against the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach.
    It felt good to be officially back on the job. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the assignment she wanted at that point, but she’d help Callen out no matter what. Then hand Desdemona her ass for committing professional suicide. Then ass kick her one more time for not coming to the family first with the problem, before doing something so boneheaded and now risking them all.
    When she was done packing she headed down the hallway to her son’s nursery and quietly snuck in to kiss him goodbye. He was asleep on his back, thumb in his mouth and soothing himself by sucking gentl y. “I love you, sweet little boy. Be good for daddy and granddad,” she whispered, kissing him on his chubby little cheek. “Mommy will be home soon.”
    Elizabeth backed out of the room, her eyes filling with tears at the idea she had to leave him so soon. It was one thing to leave to go to work twenty minutes away, but this was hundreds of miles and it rattled her.
    Downstairs , Wyler sat on the couch waiting for her.
    “What’s happening?”
    Elizabeth told him everything before Whitefox returned and could hear her. She broke down all the details and voiced her concern.
    “You’ll keep my boy safe and slap some sense into that woman?”
    Elizabeth hugged the man when he stood and opened his arms. He’d taken a bullet to the chest to protect Timothy , and they almost lost him way too soon.
    “I will D ad,” she answered. He was her surrogate father, since her own was stolen away almost two years ago. “I promise.”
    He tipped her chin up to look him in the eyes. “You make sure you take care of you too, do you hear me Elizabeth?”
    “I do and I will.”
    Just then , Callen walked in, and took in the scene. “Please stay here, Elizabeth. If anything happens to you…” He wasn’t able to finish that thought; it made his stomach roll sickly.
    “Okay, I