Ghostwalker 03 - Night Game

us.”

    Gator studied Lily’s expression. “You know she’s royally pissed, don’t you? You know more than you’re letting on to me. I don’t like games. I never have. You can either tell me what you know and let me decide for myself whether or not I want in, or you can forget about receiving any help from me.”

    “I don’t know anything for certain, Gator, I only suspect . There’s a huge difference between the two. If you asked me straight-up what I believe about Flame, I’d have to tell you I don’t think there was any home or any adopted parents. Not ever. I think the story in the computer is a complete fabrication.” She sank down onto his as if her legs bed wouldn’t support her anymore. “I think she was held somewhere and the experiments continued long after her childhood, maybe even until she was in her late teens. I think she escaped.”

    Gator took an aggressive step forward, looming over Lily. “And you’re still defending that bastard? What the hell is the matter with you?”

    “I’ve never defended him. Never .” She lifted her face to his, tears swimming in her eyes.
    “I don’t trust what I’m reading anymore. I can’t even tell you exactly what’s making me suspicious, but I have this horrible feeling the stories about the girls are planted. Or at least about Flame.”

    Gator forced his temper under control. Lily suddenly looked fragile enough to shatter.
    “Why haven’t you gone Ryland with this?”

    “We’ve been trying to have a baby.” Lily burst into tears and covered her face with her hands, her slender shoulders as she wept. “We’ve been trying for months. I was so excited, and now I’m terrified. I’m not enhanced, but he is. I know he is. And how much more can he take before looks at me the way you just did a few minutes ago?”

    “Lily…”

    “I’m like him, like my father. I have the same mind, the same drive to get answers. The same need to push every thing to the limit. Eventually, if all I suspect is the truth, if it all comes out, Ryland will leave me. He won’t be able to look at me.”

    “That isn’t true.”

    “Yes it is. I loathe my father. Every time I look in the mirror, I feel like I’m looking at him. When I’m reading about the things he did, instead of thinking what a monster he was, I can’t help my first reaction, the awe that his mind was capable of visualizing so far in advance of our most gifted researchers. What does that say about me, Gator? How can I look Ryland in the eye knowing I have that kind of reaction? I just stood here arguing with you about what a brilliant man my father was after admitting he deliberately gave a child cancer. If he’s a monster, what does that make me?”

    “Are you pregnant, Lily?” Gator guessed shrewdly, watching the way Lily pressed her hands to her stomach.

    A fresh flood of tears answered him. His stomach twisted in sympathy and sudden understanding. In fear for her and his friend. “You need to talk to Ryland.” His voice was much gentler.

    She shook her head adamantly. “I don’t have all the facts yet, Gator. There’s just so much data to sift through. When I finally realized what I’d stumbled onto, I started working as many hours as possible to compile information to get a clearer picture.” She wiped at her eyes again. “The picture just keeps getting worse and worse. I don’t know if anything is true. I’m tired and discouraged and overwhelmed. How can I tell any of you what my father did when I don’t know for certain myself?”

    “You need to tell all of this to Ryland,” he repeated, sitting beside her and taking her hand. “He’ll understand.”

    She sighed. “I don’t understand. How can I expect him to understand? If the stories and the letter from my father asking me to find the girls and help them is all a sham, what’s going on? Why would he bother to write me such a letter? I’m spending a fortune trying to find the other girls he experimented on.” She leaned toward Gator, visibly trying to get a handle on her emotions and become the scientist she was much more comfortable with.
    “Do you know that the computer is programmed to send a flag each time someone with the screen name of ‘babyblues’ logs on to one particular blues site? Why would that be, Gator?”

    “You have an idea.”

    I don’t much like the idea I have. I think babyblues is really Flame. I think she loves blues music and someone was smart enough, after she