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

will if you will.”
    His jaw ticked because he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He promised Desdemona he would help her, even though she broke her promise that didn’t give him the right to do the same. “Lyzee,” he started, trying to find the words.
    “Then I guess you get to saddle up and be my new partner for this one.” Elizabeth offered him her most reassuring smile. “Callen, I’m back from maternity leave . I haven’t forgotten everything I’ve learned. I think I can manage to find the ME, her sister and not get killed in the process. You men have very little faith in me and my crazy mad skills.”
    Callen shook his head. “Okay, I’m ready.” He hugged his father goodbye “Kiss CJ for me and tell him I love him.”
    Elizabeth handed him the keys to her SUV. “T ake my car Dad; you know how Ethan is about safety.”
    The man laughed. “I never thought the day would come that I’d be driving my grandson around in a luxury vehicle . Talk about a dream come true. I wonder if I can get a deer in the back…”
    Elizabeth laughed. “ Please don’t! That’s my ride. Take you’re your son’s Mustang for that little adventure. Hang the damn legs out the trunk or strap it to the hood.”
    Wyler chuckled and kissed her on the forehead. “Both of you be safe!”
    Something bad was brewing; he could feel it in the winds.
    “Callen, did you pack your swim trunks?” asked Elizabeth, walking out the back door to load their things into his truck parked in Desdemona’s driveway.
    “No why?”
    “In case we have to swim with the gators in the swamp.”
    Whitefox blanched at the idea that he was dragging his brother’s wife into gator infested water to find a woman who lied and had no sense of self-preservation. “Terrific. This entire day is getting better by the moment.”
     
     
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    Elizabeth and Callen rolled into FBI West to get their information before the flight. It was a five minute drive to the airport, and they were on standby until the jet was ready. Walking in, both had serious looks on their faces, as they were met by Ginny holding the dossier for them.
    “Boss, I booked two rooms in a bed and breakfast in the town. There really isn't anything in Cypress Grove along the lines of a hotel, and this was the best accommodations that I could come up within driving distance to Desdemona’s family address.”
    Elizabeth took the papers she held out to her. “We need this kept quiet Ginny. If anyone asks, Callen isn't officially back yet, and I’m on maternity leave until Monday.”
    The woman nodded. “I have all the supplies that Mr. B wanted me to get ready. He’s on the phone with Mr. Rothschild.”
    “Supplies?” asked Whitefox.
    Ginny pointed past them to the chair. There sat the two Kevlar vests and four boxes of re-load bullets for both Glocks, along with replacement magazines.
    “I need one tactical shotgun.” Now she looked over at her brother-in-law. “Do you want a scope for your Glock?”
    “Are we going into a warzone?” he asked, trying to be funny, but not buying it himself.
    Elizabeth looked serious. “The closest FBI office is one hundred miles away from Cypress Grove. Once we go in, we’re on our own. There isn't backup to come in for us.”
    “I really wish you’d stay here.” Now his heart was pounding in his chest. Of all the people in the world he’d risk, Elizabeth wasn’t even on the list, for a myriad of reasons.
    “Good luck with that,” came his brother’s voice from behind them.
    Both turned to see him holding papers in his hand. “The jet is ready. Gabe cleared it and the pilot is going to keep this off the logs, until you can make it FBI business. We can’t both go MIA and not have it suspicious, so I’m in house until you can make it official. Once that happens, I can come in and bring anyone else I need with me.”
    Elizabeth nodded. “I need a