Ghostwalker 06 - Predatory Game

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    Wynter’s sexy voice.

CHAPTER 3
    “For all my night owls out there, this is a special love song from the Night Siren to you.” Saber sent her soft, whispery voice out over the airwaves, punched in the music, and stared up at the clock for the hundredth time.
    Her head was shrieking at her, she had a sore throat, and she had wiped beads of sweat from her forehead more than once. She couldn’t even come up with decent dialogue for tonight’s program. The sexy Night Siren of the airwaves was as sick as she could possibly be. She had been at work exactly two hours and she was ready to surrender.
    Saber rubbed her temples, trying to soothe the awful pounding. She had fallen asleep at six in the morning and, unusual for her, had slept all day. The sore throat and headache had been with her from the moment she’d opened her eyes.
    “Jesse spent the day doing incantations,” she muttered resentfully. He had looked the epitome of health as she went off to work, but he had been distant. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. Jesse was never distant, but she felt he was closed off to her, and he was never that. She sighed and laid her head down on the desk, using her arms for a pillow. She was too sick to figure anything out.
    Brian Hutton, her soundman, waved to her from the other side of the glass, indicating the telephone.
    When he mouthed Larry’s name, Saber wrinkled her nose in distaste and shook her head. Just the idea of the louse increased the awful pounding in her temples. She was going to have to go home, crawl in bed, and hope she could fall asleep with the lights on.
    She flicked a switch. “Brian, I’m not going to make it tonight,” she said with genuine regret. She had never missed a day of work, had never even been late. It meant something to her to be able to go to work, however brief her stay always was. She liked having a clean record, knew they would think well of her after she left.
    “You look like hell,” Brian informed her.
    “Oh, thanks. I needed to hear that. Would you cover for me so I could go home and get some sleep?”
    “Sure, Saber,” he agreed sympathetically. “It’s just as well, the crazies are calling in tonight.”
    Her fingers wrapped around the microphone, and everything inside of her stilled. “What crazies, Brian?”
    She had waited too long. She should have left weeks earlier.
    “Don’t worry about it,” he reassured. “We get them all the time, that’s why I’m here, to weed them out.
    I always make sure I clue you in on the death threats. The nut tonight was very persistent, but he wasn’t out to gun you down or save your soul. He was just another weirdo, probably looking for a date with the owner of that sexy voice.”
    Saber forced a laugh, forced her tense muscles to relax. “If they could only see me now.” But she would have to be more careful than usual.She’d grown too comfortable here. Too comfortable with Jess.
    Brian pulled one of her tapes and found the entrance he wanted. They did a silent countdown and her voice feathered out into the studio.

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    Saber breathed a soft sigh of relief, dropping her head into her hands. All she wanted was to crawl into a hole and hide.
    Brian entered the sound booth and wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders. “You’re burning up. You okay to drive? Or do you want me to call you a cab?”
    She patted his hand, shifting out from under him on the pretense of gathering her things together. “I’ll be fine, Brian, thanks. Rest, orange juice, chicken soup, I’ll be here tomorrow night with bells on.” She held up her car keys. “I didn’t lose them this time.”
    He grinned at her. “That’s a shock. Wait for the security guard. You know how Jess is about you wandering around in the parking lot alone this time of night. He’d have my job first, then my head, if I let you.”
    “Poor Jesse.” Saber smiled at the thought of him in spite of the fact that even her teeth hurt. “He really thinks I’m a pack of trouble, doesn’t he?”
    Brian grinned at her. “He’s right too. Come on, I’ll walk you down.”
    “Thanks, I’m fine, really, but next time you want to take a day off, do it on someone else’s shift.The day sound guy, whatever his name is…”
    “Les.”
    She