Off-Duty SEALs by Marliss Melton

Author:Marliss Melton [Melton, Marliss]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-64457-077-7
Publisher: ePublishing Works!

Santana jimmied open his bedroom window, got on his knees, and pressed his ear to the screen to listen.

“—ain’t got nuthin’ to do with that,” he heard his uncle insist.

Why hadn’t the cops arrested him? They’d taken his gun, but they were letting him just stand there talking shit while Curtis’s mother stood gnawing on her fingernails, in the embrace of that stranger with the dog. And all this time Curtis was buried underground…probably freakin’ out.

“Then why were you running off just now?” one of the officers demanded. “What have you got to hide?”

“Man, I don’t need this harassment. You chargin’ me with something or not?”

Uncle Will had some nerve talking to the cops like he was all innocent. Santana licked his dry lips, tempted to say something.

“We’ll start with you carrying a concealed weapon,” one of the officers suggested.

“I got a right to defend myself,” his uncle retorted. “This crazy woman verbally assaulted me, and then his dog attacked me, and he threatened to knife me.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t recognize me, Seaman Goddard,” Curtis’s mother spoke up.

“Where is Curtis Schultz?” a cop asked.

Santana swallowed hard.

“Who?”

“This woman’s son.”

“How should I know?”

His uncle wasn’t going to tell them. The pressure that was just starting to ease off Santana’s chest returned, making it hard to breathe. Curtis was going to die, making Santana an accessory to murder.

Tell them, said a voice inside his head.

His stomach churned. He couldn’t. Uncle Will would hear him, and then he’d kill him or send someone to do it.

Just then Santana’s mother stepped out of their front door.

“Listen here,” she spoke up on a harried note, “I got to go to work tomorrow, and all this nonsense is keeping me awake. I don’t need you bringing trouble to my door, William. I had enough trouble with your brother. Get your stuff and get out of here.”

Her words gave Santana the impetus to speak up. “I know where Curtis is,” he blurted. Six sets of eyes swiveled toward his second-story window.

“Don’t you say nothin’, boy,” Uncle Will warned, his dark eyes glinting.

“Where is Curtis, Santana?” Mrs. Schultz cried, crossing the lawn to stand directly below his window. She gazed up at him beseechingly. “Tell me,” she added on a note that would break anyone’s heart.

Uncle William pointed a warning finger at him. In the dark it looked like a gun.

Santana’s mother stormed off the front steps. “Don’t you threaten my son, Will,” she warned flying toward him.

He put both hands into the air and backed away. “That’s it. I don’t need this shit.”

“Where are you going?” a cop asked him.

“Santana, please!” Mrs. Schultz cried.

His mother looked at her then up at Santana’s window. “What does she want?” she demanded.

Uncle Will ignored the policemen and stalked doggedly toward his car, taking Lucifer with him. Blood streamed from his shoulder and down his arm, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“Stay right there, Goddard.” One of the officers pointed his gun at Uncle Will’s back.

“You ain’t got no reason to arrest me,” Will said, without turning around.

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