Into the Light (The Admiral's Elite Book 2) by HK Savage

like the way the girl’s face was contorted. She was seriously scared. “Shouldn’t we wake her up?”
     
    The captain’s focus remained trained on the girl. “No, we can’t interrupt,” he said softly, offering no further explanation.
     
    “Hey man, my grandmother was into that whole bad juju thing and she figured you couldn’t wake somebody up without their soul getting lost or whatever, but that’s bullshit. The girl’s having a nightmare, it’s pretty shitty to let her be that freaked out.” He twisted in his seat and extended a hand toward her knee.
     
    Rossi’s hand caught his mid-reach. “Don’t touch her,” he growled.
     
    “Please,” she pleaded in a whisper, “don’t make me do this.” Tears ran down her face. “I can’t.”
     
    Detective Salvo was pissed. “Dude if you won’t wake her up, I will.” He tried freeing his arm to no avail. The guy was about the same size and build but his hand was like a steel clamp and just as warm. There was no moving it. “Let me go.” These people were weirding him out. He was going to be asking the chief again where they were from. And when they were going back.
     
    With a whimper, the girl’s body went limp and his hand was released. Making no sound at all, Captain Rossi slid over until he was almost on top of the little thing and he wrapped an arm under her shoulders, tucking her in against his side. Her head flopped onto his chest.
     
    Yep, he was totally into this girl. Part of Salvo was disappointed. He’d hoped she was a free agent. She was cute and there was something about her, that quiet confidence that usually had him chasing older women. The way this one carried herself said she’d seen some shit and she could handle it. That and the tight little ass in those snug pants turned him on.
     
    “Is she okay?” Salvo glanced back at them again, not liking the whiteness of the girl’s skin or the dark shade of her partner’s glare he turned his way.
     
    “Drive us to our motel,” he ordered.
     
    “What about your car? It’s at the station.” Did this girl have some sort of medical condition? “Why’s she so pale? Is she sick?” he wondered aloud. “Maybe we should take her to the hospital.”
     
    “Screw the car, get us to the motel now,” Rossi barked. “She’ll be fine.”
     
    Glancing up again at the strain in the man’s voice, he was sure there was something more to this nightmare the captain wasn’t sharing. “Alright.” Irritated, Salvo turned himself back around and put it in drive. The motel was closer anyway and he was going to be more than okay with getting rid of these two. Then he was going to see what he could dig up on the mysterious Captains Rossi and Sauter. He was positive they weren’t Feds. At least not the normal kind. He had a quick mental listen to the X-Files theme music. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath.
     
     
     
    Chapter 10
     
    She was still sleeping when a gentle knock rattled the metal door. Michael hurried to unlock it and step outside, holding it mostly closed behind him.
     
    “Is she okay?” Ryan’s concern was written plainly on his face. “It’s been hours.”
     
    Taking one hand off the door handle to rub his knuckles over his jaw. “No, she hasn’t moved.”
     
    Putting a hand on Michael’s arm, Ryan gave him a quick pat. “Sorry Mike. What do you need us to do?”
     
    Glad to have something else to talk about, Michael focused on the other issue he’d encountered when he called Ryan to tell him they were back and what state Becca was in. “Have you heard from Gabrielle?”
     
    It was Ryan’s turn to be the stressed out boyfriend. “No. She just up and disappeared after I came to bed.” He rolled his huge shoulders looking oddly helpless. “I don’t know what’s going on. All night she was fine until we cut through that farmer’s place. Then, she just sort of stopped and changed to human. We never do that when we’re tracking.” He reinforced