Chronic (Se7en Deadly SEALs Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

acted, they were all Navy SEALs. They all had a dark side. And I was determined to find out what each one’s vice was.
    Grant narrowed his eyes, squinting at me. “Can I get you a drink, babe?”
    Before I could answer, I noticed Mitch inside the kitchen. I needed to talk to him. Alone.
    “I go to get it myself. I left my purse inside. Do you want one another beer?” I’d purposely left my purse in the nursery just in case I needed an excuse to snoop around.
    His lips gave me a sly smile, which made me wonder what he was thinking. Then, he answered, “Always.”
    Yeah, that’s what I thought. SEALs drank and swam like fish.
    I walked back into the house and strolled slowly down the hallway perusing the photos on the wall: Pat and Annie’s wedding photo, a beaming Gabriel by their side, a picture of Pat kissing Annie at last homecoming. Hell, there were even pictures of them doing one of those cheesy maternity photo shoots with Pat rubbing her belly. Man, he must be whipped. I reached the doorway. Before I knocked, I held my breath, hoping to overhear something.
    Luck was on my side.
    Annie spoke in a low tone. “But Grace, I just can’t believe Joaquín murdered someone. God knows all the SEALs have serious issues—fuck I met Pat because he hired me in a brothel. But murder? Yes, they are trained killers, but they have this code. I don’t buy it, since Pat said that Joaquín was such a great guy. There just has to be another explanation. Maybe something in Tiffany’s past. It’s still so fucking tragic, especially the way the media acts like it was her fault. Like her life has no value because of her job. After what I went through, it pisses me off. You’re FBI… can’t you investigate?”
    Grace didn’t immediately respond. The conversation lulled, and I didn’t want to look suspicious. I knocked on the door, and Annie let me in. Apologizing, I grabbed my purse and headed back toward the kitchen with a new spring in my step.
    I had read everything I could about Tiffany, but the information I’d found had been scarce. I needed to launch a new investigation. Find out more about the victim and maybe then I could find her killer.
    I poured some cranberry juice and vodka into a red Solo cup for myself, grabbed another beer for Grant, and waited for Mitch to approach.
    I didn’t have to wait long.
    He slapped my ass, his whisky-spiked breath hot on my ear. “I knew you’d sneak away from him. Couldn’t stop thinking about me?”
    What a conceited prick. Grant was sexy as fuck and even if he didn’t just happen to be the love of my life, any woman would be thrilled to be with him. There was definitely no need to be fantasizing about Mitch when I had Grant.
    But, although I would never admit it aloud, I did get Mitch’s appeal—he was a true bad boy. A sexy, ripped, dirty-talking, arrogant, no fucks given, asshole. Sex seeped out of his pores. Luckily, I was able to resist his charms.
    Time to play him.
    I traced his chest with my fingernails. “No, handsome. I could not. But I worry. Grant made me quit it—my job at Panthers. I do not have the money anymore.” I batted my eyelashes. Seemed cliché but it always worked on the customers at Panthers. I needed to hear his response; if there was shady prostitution activity going on in this town, involving these strippers, Mitch would be the first to know about it.
    My eyes focused on his ring finger—his wedding ring was absent. Married SEALs never wore their rings at work, but they usually wore them at parties like this. Had he and April divorced? He was acting even slimier than usual. Maybe I’d be able to find some clues when I analyzed the data on his phone from the tracking device.
    He knocked back his beer, his other hand rubbing my left thigh. “This is your lucky day, babydoll. Meet me downtown tonight. There’s this club, Diamond, on Market Street. Without Grant. I’ll make sure he’s called into work. You can thank me by giving me a private