Ghostwalker 06 - Predatory Game

chair. Suddenly she wanted Jess’s arms around her, protecting her—or Brian. What was she thinking? That she could settle down with Jess in a fairy-tale world and have the happily-ever-after?
    “What’s wrong, Saber?” Brian leaned down and picked up the chair, giving her a puzzled frown. “You really aren’t considering that it’s Jess—or me—are you? If you’re afraid, I’ll call Brady in. Hell.” He righted the chair and held up both hands palm out. “I was only trying to help. I didn’t want to scare you.”
    “No, no, Brian.” She forced another babyfaced smile. “I’ve got an irrational fear of bugs, and I saw that spider.” She pointed to the little arachnid crawling innocently on the edge of the console. “I just reacted without thinking.”
    Brian grinned at her and used his thumb to squash the spider. “I never expected such a girlie reaction from you.”
    Saber rolled her eyes and forced an answering grin. “Well, don’t tell anyone.” She moved around him back to her chair, keeping her heart rate under control. She waved him out of the booth and turned back to the mike, talking nonsense and flirting a bit before she set up the next round of music.
    Her first thought had been to eliminate the threat to her. She had been trained as a child to kill and she thought if she just refused, if she just walked away, she would be like everyone else. She’d stop and it would be over. But everywhere she went she had to take herself with her and she was an assassin—a trained killer. Her every instinct had been to destroy the threat.
    She glanced through the glass at Brian. He was joking with Fred, the janitor. The kind older man cleaned the station every night, and Brian always, always, talked to him. Treated him with respect.
    Brought him food even, some little thing he’d found and thought Fred should try. Brian even got along with Les, the man who took his job during the day.
    No one got along with Les. He kept to himself, was rude and insulting to and about women, and resented working for and having to take orders from a man in a wheelchair. He was good at his job, but basically he was just plain creepy…
    Her breath came in a little rush. Les? Could the whack job be Les? But if it was Les, then how had Brian known about the intruder ruining her clothes? Patsy didn’t know. Only the GhostWalkers and…She picked up the phone. Jess answered on the third ring.
    “Hey, quick question.” She glanced around to make certain no one could overhear. Brian was busy with Fred, not paying any attention. “Who knew about the whack job in my room?”
    “The team of course.”
    “Would they say anything?”
    “No, of course not. Why?” Jess’s voice was filled with suspicion.
    “No reason. I’m just trying to figure things out. Anyone else know? Patsy, for instance?”

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    “How the hell would Patsy know? Lily and Eric knew. I briefed them when we talked about…” He broke off, hesitated, and then supplied, “Things.”
    “You meant me. You discussed me.”
    “Among other things. You’re too sensitive, Saber.”
    “Well, how many people know about you, Jesse? Not your SEAL background, but the GhostWalkers?
    Does Patsy? Your parents? Who knows? Who goes around discussing you?”
    “What is wrong with you tonight?”
    “I can’t talk right now, I have a show to do.”
    She hung up, furious all over again. Damn him for sharing her life with those others. She didn’t know them. She didn’t trust them. They weren’t part of her world.
    Brian knocked on the window and held his palms up in inquiry. Swearing under her breath, she leaned in to the mike and began another commentary, all the while her mind churning with myriad possibilities—or none at all. How had Brian found out? He had to be the intruder, but seriously—she studied him again through the glass—it just didn’t add up. No one that creepy could keep up that kind of pretense for long—could they?
    She was grateful when three o’clock came around. She was going to have to discuss this with Jess. Just the possibility of being in such close proximity to a man who had broken into her home and violated her privacy in such an obscene way had her twisted up inside.
    Brady the security guard was waiting to walk her to her car. Brian stopped to say good night to Fred, and Saber breathed a sigh of relief. She didn’t want another prolonged chat