CHAPTER FOURTEEN
KENNEDY
I’d lied when I told Quincy there was nothing we could do from here in San Diego to work her dad’s intel. There was something I could do. Something I had to do. But I didn’t want to include her, not because she was a woman, but because she wasn’t a SEAL. Hadn’t had Lincoln as a CO. Didn’t look up to the man. Respect him.
I did. Had.
While Quincy visited with her mom, I got on the horn with Ford.
“You’re f*****g shitting me,” he’d said after I gave him the rundown.
I ran a hand through my hair, breathing in the salty air coming off the Pacific. I missed the tang, the thick marine layer that coated everything once darkness descended. The air in Montana was sharp and clear. There was no traffic. No crowds. It was quiet and peaceful, as a place. But all of us on
