Ghostwalker 05 - Deadly Game

could stop himself, glaring at Lily, a sudden flash of anger shaking him.
    Ryland, Lily's husband, frowned, straightening slowly from where he was bent over Ken's arm, making certain blood was flowing smoothly from one patient to the other. There was a certain threat in his manner.
    Lily shook her head slightly to warn her husband not to interfere. "I don't know, Ken. I've asked myself that question a million times. They say the line between genius and insanity is too fine to measure. And he's deteriorating every day."
    "Why do you say he's deteriorating?"
    "He's been hacking into our computers right from the day he disappeared. Flame found a way to get a program into his computer so we can spy on him. From his notations I can see that his mental state is slipping more and more with each new project. He's so far from reality, I can't even begin to guess what he might do next. I have no idea how we're going to stop him."
    There was utter weariness in her voice. Lines of worry edged her young face. Her eyes held sorrow – too much sorrow and responsibility for a woman her age. Ken reached out to touch Lily's hand. "I do." He said it with conviction, wanting her to believe him, wanting to ease her suffering.
    Mari caught his arm and tugged, the gesture weak but insistent. He turned his head toward her. She was glaring at him.
    What's wrong?
    She blinked, her expression changing to one of confusion. I don't know. I didn't like that
    – you touching her – which is totally absurd. You were only comforting her, and her husband is right there, so it makes no sense to feel upset about it. She sounded puzzled and unguarded and suddenly very fragile.
    Alarm spread through his body. Ken wanted to gather her into his arms and hold her tight, afraid of losing her. The life was already draining out of her. Blood trickled from her mouth and nose. I'm here, Mari, right beside you. I'll get you through this.
    I know you will. She tried to smile at him, but her eyes closed and she went limp.
    "Damn it! I need more time. Jack, get over here," Lily ordered. "We didn't get enough of the antidote in."
    "Talk to me, Lily," Ken snapped. "Tell me what's happening."

    "She's crashing!" Lily's voice was tight. "Jack!"
    Jack straddled Mari and began CPR while Lily grabbed a syringe with a very long and wicked-looking needle from the surgical tray.
    "Open her shirt, Jack," Lily instructed. She sounded calm and controlled.
    She took Jack's place, sitting on top of Mari, driving the needle through the chest wall straight into the heart to administer the stimulant.
    Ken's stomach lurched. For a moment there was silence. He heard the ticking of a clock.
    Lily's breath. Someone shuffling their feet. Beside him, Mari wheezed, drawing in a hard lungful of air, her eyes flying open, terror on her face, her hand gripping his wrist as if her life depended on the contact, and then she went limp again.
    Lily bent over her, feeling for her pulse, listening to her heart. "She's back. Get the antidote in her and as much blood as we can. We may need you before this thing is over, Jack."
    While she worked on Mari, Lily kept glancing at Ken. "You said you thought you had a way to stop him. As long as he's allowed to keep up his experiments, none of us are safe.
    Do you really have a plan?"
    "I can control people's actions with my mind," Ken said, his gaze shifting toward his brother to catch the look of shock he knew would be there. Don't admit you can do the same thing. You have Briony and the babies to think about.
    "That's not possible." Lily stepped back, shaking her head, looking at him with sudden fear in her eyes. "He can't have managed to find a way to do that."
    "You knew he was trying?" Ryland asked his wife gently. He reached for her, drew her into his arms, and held her, tenderness evident on his face as he tried to comfort her.
    Cleaning up after her father was taking a terrible toll.
    "Of course. That would be the ultimate triumph, wouldn't it?" She pulled away from her husband to go back to working on Mari, although her face was very pale. "There were many arguments on the subject. My father believed mind control was possible and could be used for a multitude of purposes. He tried to sell the idea that mind control could be used to make foreign leaders see the light, even on troublesome teens when their parents couldn't get them to cooperate."
    "You argued often with him about it, or someone else did?" Ken asked.
    "I argued against it, but