Ghostwalker 06 - Predatory Game

stalking them. Saber slipped into the garage and looked carefully around. Nothing was out of place, yet someone had been there, and they were good, very good, because she had an eye for detail—a photographic memory that alerted her the moment something was even a hair off. It was time to step out of her dream world and confront reality head on.
    Jess was a GhostWalker. She was a GhostWalker. He had been recruited and trained as an adult already in Special Forces. She had been taken from an orphanage and raised in a laboratory and then later a training compound. How in the world had they both ended up in Sheridan, Wyoming?
    Saber carefully went over Jess’s car and then her own, searching for an incendiary device. She needed her electronic equipment to be absolutely certain the cars were free of bugs, so that would have to wait.
    But as far as she could tell by listening and feeling, both vehicles were clean, and she had always been right. She slipped into her car and sat for a moment, contemplating what to do.
    She tapped her fingernail against the dash of her car and stared at herself in the rearview mirror. There wasn’t a single line in her baby soft skin. Her too-big eyes were fringed with long feathery lashes and held a look of absolute innocence. She could barely look at herself sometimes. Her innocence had been lost when she was sent out on her first mission at nine years old. She glanced down at her hands expecting to see blood—something—some evidence of the evil that lurked inside of her, but even her hands looked young and innocent.
    She looked back into the mirror. She’d made a promise to herself that she would never go back to that life, but she wouldn’t—couldn’t—abandon Jess. She didn’t believe in coincidence, but there was no way Jess could have planned for her to show up at his home. She had wandered down his road, hoping to find a place to camp before winter set in and she had to move on. She had gotten his name off an Internet site for radio station jobs when she’d looked for an opening in Sheridan.
    Her voice was one of her best assets. Radio stations were the easiest places to find work, and if there was no opening, she could often use her voice to persuade them to hire her anyway. She knew Jess had suspected she was a battered woman on the run. He had hired her for work at the station and offered to let her rent the upstairs in return for light housekeeping. How could someone have manipulated their meeting? And if they had, what was the purpose?
    She bit at her lower lip while she sat there turning it over in her mind. She couldn’t leave, not when someone was hunting Jess. She was just going to have to be very alert and know that either of them, or both, could be in danger every step of the way.

    Jess watched on the monitor as Saber drove her car through the gates and disappeared from sight. He touched a fingertip to the screen, right over the spot where the Volkswagen’s taillights had been. He should have insisted on a guard for her. Someone was watching them. Someone who knew how to bypass the kind of security he had, knew exactly where the camera’s blind spots were and had utilized them to invade Jess’s territory. He had known the moment he’d gone outside. He doubted if the intruder had breached the house, but he’d followed them to the park. Jess knew they were being hunted.
    There was no hesitation as he caught up the phone, punching in a number few people had access to. He Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    knew when he needed help. He had to bring in part of the team and spread them out. No matter how much he loved Saber—or because he loved her—he had to notify those he trusted that someone was orchestrating something big.
    He didn’t like the idea that he couldn’t keep Saber safe himself, but he couldn’t allow his ego to get in the way. He was still recovering from the operation, and he’d taken too many chances using Zenith in an effort to heal faster. Lily and Eric had counteracted the drug twice and had had to give him blood when his cells went ballistic on him. He’d had the surgery before Saber had come into his life. Maybe he wouldn’t have had she gotten there sooner, but his life had loomed ahead endlessly bleak as he’d listened to Eric outline the technology. It seemed possible, more than possible, to not only walk again, but to be of use.
    He let out a sigh. Once again he’d agreed to be