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Authors: Dale Mayer
SEALs of Honor: Hawk
Finding a dead man is a hell of a way to start a holiday.
Growing up, Hawk was always a bit of a wild card. Once he became a SEAL, he found his niche in the world. But the wild man was still there, under wraps …and waiting for a match. Back home for a few days, he realizes a new, darker element has moved in.
And it appears to involve the freckle-faced redhead he never forgot.
Mia remembers her best friend’s brother. After all, what woman could forget him? He was like fireworks lighting up her life. Taking her breath away and making her heart beat faster. But the version that came home was harder, more dangerous … and sexy as hell.
Good thing he’s on their side as the town explodes in violence with Mia caught in the middle.
Books in This Series:
Shadow: SEALs of Honor, Book 5
Cooper: SEALs of Honor, Book 6
HAWK
SEALs of Honor, Book 2
Dale Mayer
HAWK: SEALS OF HONOR, BOOK 2
Dale Mayer
Valley Publishing
Copyright © 2016
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ISBN-13: 978-1-928122-76-0
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
H
AWK
L
ORING STARED
at the commotion boiling over on the corner of the street. Having just driven into his hometown to visit with his sister, he had no idea what happened, but the place was a mess. People ran from one side of the road to the other. Small groups forming, then reforming as new people joined. What the hell was going on?
Someone raced in front of him. He hit the brakes hard. His town had changed if people were aiming for suicide by car.
Canford used to be the calmest, most laid back of all small towns in the US.
He pulled his Jeep up in front of the general store he’d worked at as a kid, slightly surprised to see it was still there. Gordon, the owner, was aging. He’d threatened to sell out many times. But as business was booming with the caving and hiking groups, and the new summer condo units going up on the nearby lake, he’d obviously held off making a decision.
Of course Canford catered to the caving enthusiasts during the summer and hunters during the winter, giving his business more year round stability.
Shoving his sunglasses into place he hopped out, gave a narrow look at the people still running around, a worried expression on their faces. His penetrating gaze went from one to the other and saw the same hunched shoulders, frowns and looks over their shoulders, heard the rapid voices and excitable speech patterns. He watched as two groups melded into one.
Senses alert and curiosity piqued, he headed into the store to get the details. Nothing ever happened around town Gordon didn’t know about. Hawk doubted that had changed.
The store was cool, shadowed, and after a long glance around, empty.
“Gordon?” No answer. The storefront was empty and no one stood at the cash counter.
He walked to the back office where the man could always be found. Sure enough he was there now too – facedown on the floor with a nice neat round hole in the back of his head.
What the hell had gone on here?
Hawk crouched and checked out the body. Still warm but cooling. Dead a few hours at least. Did anyone know? Had anyone come in and checked on him? Anger boiled up. Gordon was a good man. Helped out anyone and everyone. He didn’t deserve to be shot in the back. Hell, no one did.
Was that what the town was agog about?
And where the hell was the sheriff? Someone should be leading the investigation.
He stared down at his old friend, hating to see him this way. He couldn’t see much of the face and there was less hair than he remembered. Then again, Gordon had been going bald for years so he shouldn’t be surprised.
As he tamped his anger down, his phone went off. Swede checking in. The team had five days off, and each headed off somewhere. Swede was going home. Mason was going to the beach with Tesla to help her heal from the ordeal she’d been through. This last job had taken them to places they hadn’t expected to go. With his free time, Hawk had decided family was just the ticket. That meant his sister. There was no one else. And she was good people. Reminded him a lot of Tesla.
Tesla…if she had a sister, he’d have been all over her. As it was, Mason had struck gold, and even if it took him awhile, he had finally understood she was a gift worth keeping.
After seeing something he’d had no idea even existed, Hawk wanted the same for himself.
But how did one go about finding it – or her – in this case? Women like Tesla were rare.
Swede’s text said he’d made it back to his father’s house safe and sound and where the hell was Mason? Wanting to avoid the multiple texts required to explain, Hawk quickly dialed his friend and fellow SEAL.
“I’m in Canford. Stopped in town to say hi to Gordon,” Hawk said, glad Swede knew the town and Gordon after multiple visits to the hunting cabin for R&R, and quickly filled him in on what he’d found.
“What? Gordon? Just lying there? Shit.” Banked anger seeped through the phone. “Give me a few hours and I’ll be there.”
Hawk didn’t have a chance to argue because the phone went dead. Knowing Swede, he’d already hugged his father good-bye and thrown his kit into his truck and was even now hitting the road. They were about four hours apart. Not that he needed him, but that was what mates did.
Then he remembered his sister, Eva.
And winced.
She’d been fairly voluble on her opinion of Swede. An unfortunate beginning had given her a bad impression of the behemoth. Maybe this time that could be changed.
Not likely. His sister was a spitfire and not into multiple affairs at the same time, and there was something about Swede’s looks and size that had women all over him. Hell, they were SEALs, women were
never
in short supply. There were bars close to the base that appeared to cater to women who only wanted to catch a SEAL. Then a different one the next night and on and on. Like Mason, Hawk had gotten tired of the whole singles game, and now that he knew there was something else out there – hell, sign him up!
Mason was a lucky man.
He turned his attention back to the floor. Gordon’s body lay half hidden by the desk, but anyone could come in and see him. Hawk grabbed a blanket out of the cupboard and covered him up. He had no idea where Gordon’s only daughter Mia was, but he didn’t want her to come in and see her father like this.
He called in the local police department or what passed for one here. There’d been a sheriff and a couple of deputies the last time he’d been through. He brought up his phone again to call his sister when the main entrance burst open and two men ran in. Hawk stepped out of the office to face two young bucks.
They skittered to a stop and glared at him. “Who the fuck are you?”
His eyebrows shot up and his gaze narrowed, memorizing their faces, making sure he’d recognize the two men again.
“Maybe I should be asking you that question?” he said in a hard voice. “And what are you doing here?”
The first one reared back slightly, his long hair billowing over his forehead, a smirk on his face. “It’s a store, what do you think we’re doing here?”
The second man, a bright redhead covered in freckles, sauntered over to the counter, grabbed a pack of gum and opened it. He tossed a piece to his buddy and took a strip for himself before popping it into his mouth. Then pocketed the rest.
Hawk watched him, anger burning. He’d made no attempt to pay for it. Nor had he even looked to see if Gordon was around. As in he didn’t expect him to be here.
Had these two been the killers? He motioned to the gum in the man’s pocket. “You gonna pay for that?”
“Na, see it’s my store.”
Hawk turned his head ever so slightly. The two men backed up.
“Did you say it’s your store?” Hawk asked in a low, deadly soft voice.
The long-haired punk looked at the redhead. “Well, it will be. My old man is buying it off of Gordon.”
“Then it’s not your store right now, is it?” Hawk said, his voice hard.