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Chapters (52)
  1. Cover
  2. Book Description
  3. Books By Rachel Grant
  4. Dedication
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Chapter Twenty-Two
  27. Chapter Twenty-Three
  28. Chapter Twenty-Four
  29. Chapter Twenty-Five
  30. Chapter Twenty-Six
  31. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  32. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  33. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. Chapter Thirty-One
  36. Chapter Thirty-Two
  37. Chapter Thirty-Three
  38. Chapter Thirty-Four
  39. Chapter Thirty-Five
  40. Chapter Thirty-Six
  41. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  42. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  43. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  44. Chapter Forty
  45. Chapter Forty-One
  46. Chapter Forty-Two
  47. Chapter Forty-Three
  48. Chapter Forty-Four
  49. Epilogue
  50. Fiona Carver Series
  51. Flashpoint Series
  52. About the Author

He climbed from the pit, the loose wall collapsing under his foot, making her wince as she spotted rib bones in the soil where he’d stepped. “I’ve got to get to the command center. We need to call off the jump. Once the SEALs are in free fall, there’s no turning back.”

“I understand, but George is seventy-two and he’s out here alone. He might’ve seen who cut the lines to the camera. He could be injured, or worse. You go back to your command center and do what you need to do to abort the training, but I need to check on George.”

Xavier closed his eyes and nodded. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” He met her gaze. “But George isn’t supposed to be here. All inholding landowners signed the contract.”

“But George wasn’t in your APE. Do you know for a fact he signed?”

Xavier’s entire body radiated with tension. He glanced toward the meadow and said, “Is there any way to get to his cabin without crossing the meadow and footbridge? It’s too exposed. The bridge is an obvious target.”

Her relief was tempered by the answer she had to give. “It’s not much better. It’s part of a loop from here to the falls. We’d have to go back downhill and take the other side of the loop. When we reach the fork we came across on the way here, we’d take the other path, the one that goes up to the falls along the cliffside trail. It’s not very wide in places and has a steep drop, and we’ll be visible from the lake on the switchbacks along the cliff. Once we reach the top, we’ll be in the forest again, where there’s another bridge, but it’s in the trees and not so exposed.”

He studied the meadow, then gave a reluctant nod. “We’ll take the cliff trail.” He ran a hand over his face. “Odds are, weapons were stored in this pit. Whoever is out there is armed and ready to mess up the training. We need to hurry.”

She stared into the pit, her gaze caught on the exposed ribs as she shivered. “Why do you think they stored weapons here?”

“The road was still open in November. It would’ve been easy to hike up here from the lodge in the middle of the night and stage supplies. Once the road closed, anyone planning to disrupt the training would have to hike in from the main road outside the park, carrying all their gear uphill, what, ten to fifteen miles without a trail?”