SAFE HAVENS: Shadow Masters (A Sean Havens Black Ops Novel Book 1) by J.T. Patten Read Free Book Online

his lip near to the point of pain.
    The best he could muster was, “What?”
    “She was raped. She was raped, Sean. Raped! You got it now? Raped while you are running around who knows the hell where. Raped and now this son of a bitch is after her because we talked to the police.”
    She paused, but he didn’t know what to say. “Where were you, Sean? Where are you? You better fix your priorities back to us right away. Don’t give me any mission bullshit either.”
    “OK, OK, OK, I am so sorry.” Tears welled in his eyes. “Can you please tell me is she OK? What happened? Who is after her? I assume that if they are still after her she is OK?”
    Christina knew Havens’ daughter was everything to him. Despite their personalities being so different, there was the undeniable bond between father and daughter, and this was no exception. Her empathy for her husband’s emotions now was the only thing that settled her. She had had time to process this all and realized the shock that was hitting him. She would be there for him now. It was his turn to absorb it all and deal with the feelings of helplessness, sorrow, and guilt.
    Ever since Maggie was born, Havens had his daughter in the jogging stroller all along the lakefront and anything else with a path or pavement. He would push her in the stroller to the store, to restaurants for evening carryout, and take her to sports events she was too young to understand or care about. Christina knew her husband was broken now and her anger quickly turned to calmly informing him and assuring him of her improving condition.
    She knew his mind was reeling and detailed what the police had shared.
    She expressed their current state of concern with the text threat that they had received. The threat element broke Havens out of his helpless trance. He watched a spider crawling up the cracked plaster wall. He could hear his wife’s voice but didn’t know what she was saying. His daughter was hurt. Hurt by another man.
    “Sean, we need you home right now. When can you be home? Get those people to get you home now. I know you will do whatever you can, but get home now.”
    Still in utter shock, Havens assured his wife he would start his journey back immediately and would keep her posted. He was concerned that the police were not keeping a closer eye on his family, but evidently their concern did not warrant a protective detail. It occurred to him that in the entire special mission unit and intel entities’ OPSEC they didn’t consider the families left behind while the husband was away.
    Havens would make a few calls and get his own protective detail over to the house. He would call some hunters to get started on the rapist. His fears turned to fury. Sean Havens flipped the switch back from father to hunter and the predator would become the prey.
    I am going to turn the whole motherfucking world over on you. You’re dead. You’re fucking dead! I will fucking rip you apart. Kick in your door and fucking tear you up, motherfucker.
    Havens dialed another number. The line picked up.
    “Get me out of here NOW!”

Chapter 6
    H avens waited alone with his thoughts, fears, and guilt for about a minute before he broke out paper and a pen and started outlining what Christina had shared with him.
    Three hours had passed before there was a knock at the door. In that time he had detailed the scenarios by which he could kill the rapist and lend plausible deniability to himself. It was a good plan. He just needed to learn who did it or get a whiff of a trial. The rest could be augmented and modified on the fly.
    The original exfiltration plan was to use the same false persona cover legend as when he entered the country from Saudi Arabia to Yemen, but now departing from the new Sana’a International Airport in Yemen. The logistics plan would preserve continuity of country customs entry and departures. It would also harden his cover for his next trip to the region, should one be required.
    Havens,