CHAPTER THIRTEEN
KENNEDY
San Diego. I always loved “Sandy Eggo” as we’d called it when I was stationed there. I’d done my Basic Underwater Demolition/SEAL training at Naval Amphibious Base Coronado where the weather was perfect year round. The water, which some days we’d been in more than on land, was f*****g cold. When not training, there’d been no shortage of good tacos and beautiful women for us there, not that I cared about that now.
Well, I’d take a few tacos, and I had my beautiful woman. My sole job of this trip was to protect Quincy because she was the one to get the intel that might give us a lead to help Ford. Not that I believed anything would happen to her. We were in California, not Kandahar. No, I was actually worried about protecting her emotions. I might as well have cut
