Carol Ericson - Navy SEAL Security

“Could you ask them to call me as soon as they get home? It doesn’t matter how late.”

Amy dragged a suitcase from her hall closet and heaved it on top of her bed. She scooped up an armful of shorts and jeans and shoved them into the bag. She threw open her closet door and swept T-shirts and sweaters from their hangers.

After cramming everything in the suitcase, including her damp lifeguard swimsuit, she headed for the bathroom. She dumped some toiletries into a small bag and spun around.

Right into the solid form of a naked man.

A scream gathered in Amy’s lungs, but before she could let loose, she realized the naked man was only half-naked—and he was no stranger.

“Riley! What are you doing here? The cops just left, and they didn’t believe more than half of my story, especially since Carlos’s body is gone.”

He gripped her shoulders, his fingers pinching her flesh. “You need to get out, Amy.”

She swung the toiletry bag from her arm. “That’s what I’m doing.”

“I mean you need to leave now, with me.”

“W-what are you talking about?”

“Your ex-boyfriend, Carlos Castillo, wasn’t who he said he was.”

“I know that. He was married.”

“It’s worse than that, Amy. He was involved with the Velasquez Drug Cartel. And now so are you.”

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