Page 23 of SEAL's Spitfire
“I think I’m going to go upstairs and try to get a little sleep.”
“But you just…,” Lizzie stopped herself mid-sentence and nodded. “I have your room made up.”
“Great, thank you. See you in a little while.”
“You just got here, Meg, you can’t leave yet.”
“I’m not leaving, Mom. Just going upstairs to take a little nap. I’ll see you in a bit.”
“Oh okay, dear. Give me a kiss.”
Meghan dropped a kiss on her mom’s cheek. It always amazed her how soft her skin was, like silk. No matter how much she aged that was the one thing that hadn’t changed.
After she got into her room, she unpacked her bag, took off her makeup, and pulled her laptop out of its case. As she waited for it to boot up, she grabbed her phone and re-read Rafe’s last message. Lizzie was right, she did have it bad. But it was a good thing she’d checked because the battery was almost dead.
“Now where did I put that cord?” Rummaging through her bag, she finally came up with it. After getting it plugged in and making sure the volume was on, she put it on the nightstand and settled back against the pillows and grabbed the laptop.
The first thing she did was send an email to Charlie’s missionary group hoping someone would have more information. Ten of their people were missing, they had to know more than the news reported.
Even though Rafe’s friend hadn’t found anything else, it didn’t mean that there hadn’t been more in the news. She hadn’t seen anything since the initial report in Norfolk. It was very strange, as she searched site after site there was nothing other than what she already knew. There was no follow up news at all. They didn’t even mention where the group was based.
An American missionary group was kidnapped and there was a news blackout. Something was very wrong. As a last ditch effort to dig up anything at all, she called her job. It was a major newspaper, surely someone had picked up the story and investigated. And she knew just who to call. Checking to make sure there was enough charge on the phone, she took a deep breath and dialed his number.
“Josephs.”
“Hey Marty, it’s Meghan Henley.”
“Who?” Seriously? Could he be a bigger asshat?
“Meghan Henley. Society page. Three desks over from yours?”
“Ahh right. What’s up? I don’t have time for small talk I’m in the middle of filing my story.”
“This won’t take long. Do you have any news about the Missionary Group that was kidnapped in Afghanistan yesterday?”
“Huh.” She could hear his fingers on his keyboard. He hadn’t heard a word she’d said.
“Marty.”
“What?”
“Did you hear me?”
“I heard something like blah blah blah.”
“Why are you such an ass?” He actually chuckled. It figured that he heard that.
“Because I’m the best and can do what I want.”
“Of course, you are. Can you be human for a minute? Please? I need to know if you heard anything about the kidnapped missionary group.”
It was quiet on the other end of the phone. He’d actually stopped typing. Unless he’d hung up on her, that was entirely possible. She was about to disconnect and call him back when he answered.
“I saw something yesterday but that’s it.”
“Don’t you think that’s weird?”
“Maybe. I don’t know. It could have been a false report.”
