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Authors: Anna Hackett
Uncharted (Treasure Hunter Security Book 2)
Uncharted
Anna Hackett
Uncharted
Published by Anna Hackett
Copyright 2016 by Anna Hackett
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ISBN: 978-0-9945572-5-4
This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, events or places is coincidental. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form.
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Chapter One
He edged his hand into a narrow crack in the rock face and readjusted his grip.
Callum Ward shifted his weight and then pulled himself up. Sweat dripped down his face and he pulled in a steady breath, enjoying the pleasant burning sensation in his muscles. Climbing—free of ropes and equipment—was a challenge he enjoyed, along with the adrenaline pumping through his body.
He looked up, his body pressed flat against the warm rock. The Rocky Mountains in spring was one of his favorite places to be.
A world away from the dangers and pressures of the SEAL teams.
Not a SEAL anymore, Ward.
Cal stayed there for a moment, breathing deeply. He glanced down at the ground, several hundred feet below him. Then he looked up. The top wasn’t far away. With intense concentration, he picked out his path.
Then he climbed.
He loved the speed and freedom of free soloing. He was alive. He couldn’t ever let himself forget that.
Or the fact that so many of his SEAL buddies were not.
A few feet from the top, a harsh ringing sound made him start. One of his hands slipped, and for a second, he felt his body swing away from the rock.
Quickly, he moved back, jamming his hand into a narrow handhold, scraping his knuckles in the process.
With a curse, his heartbeat hammering in his ears, he slipped his hand into his pocket and yanked out his cell phone. He wedged the device between his ear and shoulder.
“What?”
“Cal, where are you?” His sister’s voice came through loud and clear. “Lazing the day away at your cabin?” Darcy’s voice soured. “I hope you don’t have company, right now. There’s no time for all those blondes tripping over themselves to get to you.”
Cal rolled his eyes and glanced at the magnificent view of the valley below—a sweep of trees and the breathtaking mountains. In the distance, he heard the throb of helicopter rotors. Some rich somebody getting a quick transfer to Vale or a rescue helicopter.
“No blonde. I’m climbing, D. Kind of at a critical moment here.”
“We have a job.”
His senses sharpened. “Okay. Well, I need to finish the climb, get back to my truck, then lock up the cabin. I can be back in Denver this evening.”
“Too long. I sent Declan to get you.”
Cal snorted. “You managed to pry him away from his new fiancée?”
“It took a little convincing.” Darcy’s voice softened.
Yeah, Cal’s big bro had certainly fallen hard for his sexy little archeologist. It was a little too sickly-sweet to see. Cal couldn’t imagine foregoing the variety of lovely ladies out there for just one—no matter how beautiful, smart, or sexy she was.
Live life to the fullest.
That was Cal’s motto.
“Look, it’ll still take me some time to meet up with Dec—”
“Actually, he’s coming to you. He should almost be there.”
At that instant, the sound of the helicopter turned to a roar. The helo crested the mountain top above, sending a fine spray of rocks and twigs raining down on Cal. In the clear bubble of the helicopter cockpit, Cal spotted his brother’s rugged face.
Cal sighed. Looked like his climb was done. “Yeah. He found me.”
“Good. See you soon.”
***
An hour later, hair damp from a quick shower, Cal entered the offices of Treasure Hunter Security.
The offices were housed in an old flour mill that Dec and Cal had bought and converted. Dec had outfitted the upper level into his living quarters. Downstairs was all open-plan, with lots of concrete and brick, housing the heart of their business. At one end of the large space, computer screens lined the wall, and high-tech computers sat on sleek desks. That was their sister’s domain. Darcy loved anything that involved a keyboard. The other corner was dominated by a pool table and an air hockey table. The furious
thwack
of the pucks told him there was a high-stakes game going on.
“Ward,” a deep voice called out. “Come and take over for Morgan. Woman is a fiend at this.”
Cal grunted at Logan O’Connor and made his way over to the air hockey table. Logan was big, and with a checked shirt, worn jeans, and shaggy hair, he gave off a wild, mountain-man vibe. His opponent, Morgan Kincaid, was about as opposite to that as you could get. She leaned her long body into the table and shot Logan the finger. The tall, sleek, dark-haired woman wasn’t just a fiend at air hockey, she was damned good in the field and in a fight.
She looked Cal’s way, her dark hair feathered around her strong face. “Cal.”
“Morgan.” Cal looked around. “Hale and Ronin?”
“In the field.” Morgan strode over to the small fridge in the kitchenette tucked in one corner of the space. She grabbed a soda and popped the top. “Both of them are in DC. Guarding some fancy jewel exhibit for the Smithsonian.”
Cal took her end of the hockey table and shot the puck at Logan. “You know I’ll beat you too.”
“No way, Ward. You’re dreaming.” Logan slammed it back. “You’ve never beat me yet.”
“That’s because you cheat,” Cal said.
“Cheat? How the hell can you cheat at air hockey?”
Cal lined up his shot and hit the puck. “I don’t know, but you do.”
Logan slammed the puck back again with a growl. He shook his head, his shaggy hair brushing his shoulders. “Where the hell is Dec?”
“Well, he dropped me off at my place and then came straight here to meet Layne,” Cal answered. “My guess is that he’s wrapped around his fiancée.”
“He’s happy.”
Cal lifted his head and studied Logan. Logan was his brother’s best friend. The two of them had been together on the same SEAL team, and had saved each other’s lives more times than they could count.
“Yeah, he is.” Cal was damned happy for his brother. Before Dec had met Layne, he’d carried dark shadows from his time in the Navy. Cal knew what those shadows could do to a man. He’d seen too many friends die, people killed, and bad guys get away. Memories stirred, and he shoved them aside. The shadows could kill you, if you let them.
Dec had gotten out, and Cal had followed not long after. It had taken a bullet for Dec to leave, but for Cal, it had just taken losing his best friend.
“He’s in love,” Logan added. He made it sound like Dec had caught a disease.
On a security job a few months back, Dec had met Dr. Layne Rush. What was supposed to be a simple archeological dig in the Egyptian desert had turned into a wild and dangerous adventure. Layne and Dec had ended up discovering a lost oasis and falling in love. Now Dec smiled all the time, and snuck his fiancée off to their apartment whenever he could.
Love. Cal had never experienced the emotion, and he was fine with that. “Don’t worry, O’Connor, I don’t think it’s infectious.”
Logan grunted.
“The love thing isn’t for me.” Cal leaned his hip against the air hockey table. “There are too many lovely ladies out there to limit myself to just one.”
Logan grunted again. “Like that redhead who was wrapped around you at the bar the other night?”
Cal grinned. “She was…enthusiastic.”
“What was her name?”
“She didn’t tell me. But we had a great time.” They’d gone back to her place, and Cal had left before the sun had come up.
Logan raised a brow. “My prediction…someone is going to make you slow down one day, Ward.”
“Nah.” Cal liked his life just the way it was. He’d had it serious before. Being a SEAL had meant that every situation was a life or death decision. And every decision could be your last. Treasure Hunter Security suited him just fine. He still got to use his skill set, and he was much less likely to end up dead.
He’d made a vow to a dying friend to live enough for both of them.
“You’ll take the fall one day.” Logan glanced up, his gold-brown eyes intense in his rugged face. “Like your brother, you’ll be a goner.”
Cal shot the man the finger. “Screw you, O’Connor. If you want the whole ‘love at first sight’ thing so badly, you do it.”
Something flickered over the man’s face, but before Cal could make sense of it, he heard voices behind them, and footsteps echoing on the polished concrete floor.
Dec, Layne and Darcy had arrived. Dec had one arm slung across the shoulders of his fiancée. Cal guessed he was right in his assessment of what the two had been up to. Layne’s attractive face was a little flushed, and his brother looked awfully relaxed and satisfied.
Darcy looked her usual polished self, her high heels clicking on the floor. She was wearing dark slacks and a white shirt that tied up around her neck. Her dark hair swung, shiny and sleek, by her jaw. Darcy might be a hacker extraordinaire, but she always liked to look good doing it.
“We have a job.” Darcy’s blue-gray eyes leveled on Cal. “Cal, you’re going to Cambodia.”
Cal groaned. “Why are my jobs never in the Caribbean? Or the Seychelles? Cambodia has jungles, which means mosquitoes.”
“So pack some repellent,” Dec said, amusement in his deep voice.
Darcy ignored them both. She made her way over to her computers. “We’ve been hired by the Angkor Archeology Project.” She picked up her favorite laser pointer/remote and aimed it at the screen.
An aerial picture of Angkor Wat appeared. The sprawling temple complex was impressive, the central structure rising up from a sea of trees and vegetation. The complex was surrounded by a large moat.
