Page 63 of Her Honorable Hero

The man chuckled.

A semi-truck in the right hand lane forced her to slow down before she could merge. “Angel, you’re reading the situation wrong…again. You think the authorities or your G.I. Joe is going to scare me? Nope. I have bogeymen like you wouldn’t believe coming out of the woodwork. You’re talking to a desperate man. Do you know what the problem is when you’re dealing with someone who’s desperate? They have nothing to fear.”

She looked up at the green sign on the freeway, her exit was just four and a half more miles. Her hand almost slipped as she went to change lanes again. She switched hands and wiped her sweaty palm against her gray slacks.

“Well then you’re just too stupid to live.”

She disconnected the call.

She called Griff. It went to voicemail again.

“Fuck,” she screamed loudly in the interior of the car.

Two more miles to her exit.

She picked up her phone to call Scarlett so that she could get Josiah to find Griff when it finally dawned on her that Griff had told her what to do. He said it was something that Dex had recently put into place for all team members and their women. It was some kind of techie SOS that was now set up on everybody’s phones.

Please God, let it work.

She texted 505 to Griff’s phone. He had promised that no matter what, somebody from one of the teams would always be monitoring this and would call them back.

Her phone rang, and she didn’t recognize the number. She answered it.

“Miranda? This is Kane McNamara. I’m Dex Evan’s communication counterpoint on the Night Storm SEAL team out in Virginia. How bad is it?”

“I need my husband. I don’t know how bad it is.” She saw her white knuckles on the steering wheel and she forced herself not to cry in fear and frustration. “My estranged father is DHS, he’s taken pictures of my daughter. She’s almost two.” She choked back a gasp just thinking about it.

“I’m listening.” There was a click on the line.

“Who’s on the phone?” Griff demanded.

“Griff! It’s me.”

“This is McNamara with Night Storm. Miranda was just explaining how her father has been taking pictures of your daughter and threatening her. You’re worried for her safety, is that right Miranda?”

“Yes.” Miranda sped up to whiz through the yellow light.

“Why didn’t you answer your phone?” Miranda demanded.

“I’ll get someone to the daycare,” Griff said steadily.

“I’m on my way there now.” She honked her horn at the car that decided to take a right from the left hand turn lane.

“Why aren’t you at your office?” Griff roared.

“I’m here at the daycare.”

Miranda parked in the teacher-of-the-year parking spot at the front and slammed out of the car. Her phone fell into the footwell of the passenger seat. She could hear Griff still yelling. She grabbed her purse since she was going to need her identification.