Page 3 of A Touch of Frost
Tex sighed. “We wouldn’t have asked if—”
“It wasn’t an emergency.” Kandi interrupted. “It always is for you boys.”
Kandi sighed and leaned forward again. She laced her fingers on her desk as her eyes grew deadly. “I can’t help you.”
“Can’t or won’t?” I asked. “Come on, throw me a bone here.”
“I’m not going to tell you again.” Kandi leaned in. “Back—off.”
“Tink—” I began.
She hung up.
Jesse exhaled loudly from behind us. “I’m starting to see a pattern here.
Tex was typing furiously again. “All isn’t lost.” Tex finally spoke. “I found her best friend, is all I’m sayin’ ”
“Best friend?” Jesse tilted his head. “If this Tink person refused to help us, why would her best friend want to help us find Frost? I wouldn’t tell you anything.”
“You’re right.” I told him then looked over at Tex. “We both know Black Widow would rather die than betray Frost. They’re more like sisters than friends.”
“Fan-fucking-tastic.” Jesse muttered.
I thought over the current situation then exhaled through my mouth.
Tracking people was one of the things Tex did and he was scarily good at it. But Frost was a special case. Hell, tracking Frost had been impossible. She had no family, no friends except Black Widow and Tink, eighteen million in a bank account she hadn't touched in a year.
That meant she was finding other ways of making a living and we couldn’t track her through her withdrawals or purchases.
She didn’t even have a credit card in her name.
Tex had been looking—he called her the one who got away for even with his skills, she was still a mystery.I knew that was the part that infuriated Tex the most—the fact he couldn’t find her. After all, she’d been trained to be a ghost.
How does one find a ghost?
I should have been able to find her since I helped with her training.
The thing was, I wasn’t sure when or how it happened, but she'd gotten better—stronger, faster, smarter. She trained with me after graduating West Point. This was above and beyond her actual Army training and deployment. Frost pushed—she began silencing those who thought her vagina made her weak. She beat some of the best in the force, took down Marines and Green Berets as if this was something she did on the daily. Most times when they challenged her, she’d beaten without breaking a seat.
Many a SEAL hated her. Though they kept pushing her, picking on her, I knew it was because she embarrassed them.
Here she was, barely five foot four and she was handing them their asses on a regular basis.
They thought she had no place in the organization, not because she wasn’t qualified. But because she tested their manhood.
Frost never once paid them any attention and if it bothered her, she never complained. Though she wasn’t officially a card-carrying member of the SEALs, she was tougher than most of them.
Hell, sometimes I swore she was tougher than me.
The others fussed about why I was training with her. At first, I didn’t know the answer to that.
Maybe it was because my masculinity wasn’t defined but the weakness of others.
Maybe it was because I knew a good soldier when I saw one.
Maybe it was because being around Frost pushed me unlike anything else had.
But the real reason didn’t take a long time to come to light.
