Ghostwalker 04 - Conspiracy Game

her name softly, emotion moving through the depths of his eyes. “We should have known about this. We would have been… ” He broke off, looking helplessly at his brothers.
    “Better with you, more understanding,” Tyrel finished.

    “I’m fine. Mom always said I was strong enough, and I am.” She touched Jebediah’s arm because he looked so distressed. Fortunately, with Kadan so close she couldn’t feel his distress.
    “Wait a minute,” Ruben interrupted. “None of this makes any sense to me. Why would this Dr. Whitney want to get this guy Jack together with Bri?”
    “Dr. Whitney was—or is—a genius, a man with connections all over the world, well respected, the highest of security clearances and a drive to succeed at everything he does.
    We know for certain that he conducted experiments on orphans, the young girls he basically bought in Europe and brought back, hiding them away while he perfected his method of enhancing them psychically and eventually physically. Everyone thought those girls were adopted out, but we’ve since found that Briony has been the only one we know of. Whitney then conducted tests for psychic abilities among the Special Forces and performed his experimental operations on several of us. No one at that time knew about the girls. We only found out after Whitney was supposedly murdered. We believe he is still alive and now is continuing and escalating his experiments, sanctioned by some covert organization within the government.”
    “Son of a bitch,” Ruben growled. “Is this for real?”
    “Unfortunately, yes. I’m giving you information that could get us all killed. At the very least, if he finds out we have it, that we know he’s alive, Whitney will go underground and cut off the leak and we’ll never find him. I risked my life coming here to warn you, to offer protection. The least you can do is give me the truth.”
    “What makes you think I’m not telling the truth?” Briony asked.
    “I’m psychic too. The things he did to you, he did to me. I can help you. My team can help. You know as well as I do, Briony, that as your pregnancy advances, you won’t be as fast. You won’t be able to escape and it will fall to your brothers. They might get one or two of the men he sends after you, but not the enhanced soldiers. Those soldiers will wipe out your entire family and never look back.”
    “That’s enough,” Jebediah snapped. “We have to think about this, not go off half-cocked.
    I have friends who will check you out for me. I’m not turning my sister over to anyone until I know who they are and what they want.”
    “You may not have the luxury of waiting for an answer,” Kadan said and signaled the waiter over. “I don’t think these people are going to wait while you call your friends. If I can find you, they can find you.” He looked at the bandages on both Tyrel and Briony, his gaze jumping to her swollen, black and blue face. “Again.”
    Briony smiled at the waiter and took between her palms the cup of coffee he placed in front of her, her mind racing with the things Kadan had said. There was no way she could trust her baby to a stranger, but she did have a choice. She stared into the black liquid, her stomach fluttering with fear. Could she do it? Was she strong enough?
    “Where are you staying, Mr. Montague? We’ll talk it over and let you know what we’ve decided to do. I have to think about this.”
    Kadan sighed. “Read the file. Whitney is a monster, and if he gets his hands on you—or the baby—your life is not going to be worth much. At this time we have no idea where he is, so there wouldn’t be a rescue team showing up to bail you out. Come back to the States with me. If you’re worried, your brothers are welcome. At least stay until the baby is born.
    You’re enhanced; you’ve had a great education. We can teach you survival skills, maybe enough to protect you and the baby.”
    Survival skills. Don’t open the door. Stand to the side of it. Walk on my left side. Go up to the roof, not into the alley. The words played over and over in her head. Who better to learn from than the master?
    “Why haven’t you gone to Mr. Norton and told him all of this?” Briony asked. “There must be more than one of you. Did you send someone to warn him?”
    Kadan watched her with his unsettling direct stare. “Norton disappears, and when he doesn’t want to be found—no one finds him.”
    Briony poured cream into her coffee and