Slay Bells Ring (An FBI Romance Thriller Book 12) Read Online Free
Author: Morgan Kelley
he’d become at work.
He couldn’t help but feel bad that he was leaving, but he could always come back after the holiday. It wasn’t like he was bailing on his heritage—just some Native insanity.
Well, it was time to get it over with.
Callen sighed as he opened the front door. Guilty or not, he was getting the hell out of Dodge.
He wasn’t going to stay.
He couldn’t.
As he stepped onto the Rez cabin’s porch, two presents caught his eye.
They were brightly wrapped and sitting there.
It appeared that Santa had delivered them sometime in the night.
He didn't know what to make of them. This was certainly odd. Then again, Elizabeth liked to surprise him with lots of little things like this. He wouldn’t be shocked if she came up with some elaborate holiday game.
That heated his blood.
Maybe this was going to be the beginning of some sexy scavenger hunt.
Yee haw!
Glancing around, Callen took it all in. It had snowed again last night, but the two gifts were untouched by the newly fallen snow. Callen scoped the surrounding area to see if there were any tracks.
There weren’t.
It was beyond odd.
Touching one with the toe of his boot, it slid and felt relatively heavy. As he crouched down, he listened to make sure there was no ticking.
While his woman liked games, he was still a Fed. There was that wariness about the whole thing. If she drove all the way up there, why hadn’t she come in?
Then he saw the note.
‘For Callen.’
It was written across the front in a pretty scroll-like handwriting, and he wasn’t sure what to do. It didn't look familiar, and he knew his woman’s handwriting.
Did she have someone else do it?
Maybe her secretary?
He was torn.
Callen figured it had to be from Elizabeth, so he got ready to read it.
Carefully, he removed the attached envelope, making sure to keep his fingers off the actual paper. He nearly laughed because he was getting a tad bit paranoid.
It wasn’t as if it would blow up. No one knew he was out there working—only his partners and the Natives.
How silly was he?
This job was getting to him. This was more proof he needed the holiday off.
As the creamy note slid out of its protective housing, it smelled rich and expensive.
He was torn.
Pulling the flap back, he was glad it was only a note, and there was no anthrax. When nothing fell from it, Callen stopped stressing it. Focusing on the message, he read it.
‘Callen Whitefox,
Merry Christmas.
You’ve been sentenced to die. Along with you, Elizabeth Blackhawk will be suffering at your side. We’ve left you some presents.
If you don’t get her here to play our game, we will head to your home. It’s a lovely place and with all those kids, I’m sure you wouldn’t want something to happen to them.
That would be a shame.
We would love to meet your two sons and two daughters…
You have twelve hours to get her by your side. If she’s a second late or you try to hide her, be warned.
She’s going to die, and you’re going to watch. Then you’ll die too.
The clock started ticking the second you opened this.
Happy Holidays,
Bonnie & Clyde.
Callen’s heart began pounding in his chest.
He couldn’t believe what he was reading. His first instinct was to open the packages or look around, but he knew better. If this was evidence, so were the boxes.
So, he backed up and went inside.
As soon as he could control the bile rising in his throat, he did the only thing he could.
He called his brother.
This wasn’t the Christmas he thought it was going to be.
Not at all…
Chapter One
FBI West
Tuesday Morning
Ethan had just escaped from his first meeting of the day, and he was glad it was over. Mondays and Tuesdays were brutal. It was back to back conference calls with Gabe, every head Fed in the country, and today… POTUS.
It was nerve-wracking.
To this day, he still couldn’t believe the President of the
He couldn’t help but feel bad that he was leaving, but he could always come back after the holiday. It wasn’t like he was bailing on his heritage—just some Native insanity.
Well, it was time to get it over with.
Callen sighed as he opened the front door. Guilty or not, he was getting the hell out of Dodge.
He wasn’t going to stay.
He couldn’t.
As he stepped onto the Rez cabin’s porch, two presents caught his eye.
They were brightly wrapped and sitting there.
It appeared that Santa had delivered them sometime in the night.
He didn't know what to make of them. This was certainly odd. Then again, Elizabeth liked to surprise him with lots of little things like this. He wouldn’t be shocked if she came up with some elaborate holiday game.
That heated his blood.
Maybe this was going to be the beginning of some sexy scavenger hunt.
Yee haw!
Glancing around, Callen took it all in. It had snowed again last night, but the two gifts were untouched by the newly fallen snow. Callen scoped the surrounding area to see if there were any tracks.
There weren’t.
It was beyond odd.
Touching one with the toe of his boot, it slid and felt relatively heavy. As he crouched down, he listened to make sure there was no ticking.
While his woman liked games, he was still a Fed. There was that wariness about the whole thing. If she drove all the way up there, why hadn’t she come in?
Then he saw the note.
‘For Callen.’
It was written across the front in a pretty scroll-like handwriting, and he wasn’t sure what to do. It didn't look familiar, and he knew his woman’s handwriting.
Did she have someone else do it?
Maybe her secretary?
He was torn.
Callen figured it had to be from Elizabeth, so he got ready to read it.
Carefully, he removed the attached envelope, making sure to keep his fingers off the actual paper. He nearly laughed because he was getting a tad bit paranoid.
It wasn’t as if it would blow up. No one knew he was out there working—only his partners and the Natives.
How silly was he?
This job was getting to him. This was more proof he needed the holiday off.
As the creamy note slid out of its protective housing, it smelled rich and expensive.
He was torn.
Pulling the flap back, he was glad it was only a note, and there was no anthrax. When nothing fell from it, Callen stopped stressing it. Focusing on the message, he read it.
‘Callen Whitefox,
Merry Christmas.
You’ve been sentenced to die. Along with you, Elizabeth Blackhawk will be suffering at your side. We’ve left you some presents.
If you don’t get her here to play our game, we will head to your home. It’s a lovely place and with all those kids, I’m sure you wouldn’t want something to happen to them.
That would be a shame.
We would love to meet your two sons and two daughters…
You have twelve hours to get her by your side. If she’s a second late or you try to hide her, be warned.
She’s going to die, and you’re going to watch. Then you’ll die too.
The clock started ticking the second you opened this.
Happy Holidays,
Bonnie & Clyde.
Callen’s heart began pounding in his chest.
He couldn’t believe what he was reading. His first instinct was to open the packages or look around, but he knew better. If this was evidence, so were the boxes.
So, he backed up and went inside.
As soon as he could control the bile rising in his throat, he did the only thing he could.
He called his brother.
This wasn’t the Christmas he thought it was going to be.
Not at all…
Chapter One
FBI West
Tuesday Morning
Ethan had just escaped from his first meeting of the day, and he was glad it was over. Mondays and Tuesdays were brutal. It was back to back conference calls with Gabe, every head Fed in the country, and today… POTUS.
It was nerve-wracking.
To this day, he still couldn’t believe the President of the
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