Ghostwalker 06 - Predatory Game

lying around Jess’s house? When she got herself under control, the man looked as if he might faint. He was sputtering a lot in his denial. “I’m no terrorist. I’m not lying. I’m no spy for a foreign country. And how did she do that?”
    There is no way Whitney sent this man after us, Jess informed Saber.
    Saber moved around him and kicked the gun a good distance away without picking it up. How do I call the others back?
    In the house. Use the phone in my office. He gave her the code, his gaze burning into hers. He was trusting her completely and they both knew it. If she was going to betray him, now would be the moment.
    Tell whoever picks up “red flag.” They’ll send my team and a cleanup crew.
    Will you be all right? He was out of his wheelchair and sprawled across the man. She reached down and righted the chair, placing it close to him.
    Jess shot her a look of pure annoyance, and she turned and ran. The house was coded, the security some of the best she’d ever seen, but the moment she was inside, she knew it had been penetrated. Jess, someone’s been inside.
    Not this joker, no way could he bypass security. We may still have company.
    Saber entered through the kitchen, moving silently in the dark. She had a near perfect photographic memory and if something was moved even a fraction of an inch, the positioning was off enough to trigger an alarm bell in her mind. She could be in a house one time and draw an exact replica on paper, a map to her every target.In her own home, where she’d been living for nearly a year, she knew that someone had Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    moved the coffee mug she always took to work. It was off by no more than an inch on the kitchen counter, but it had been picked up and put back down.
    She glided silently across the floor, staying out of the open areas, cautious of triggering any motion alarms. If Whitney was involved in any way, Jesse’s office would have been the prime target, and she moved in that direction.
    Are you all right? I don’t like you in there with no backup. I’m going to knock this one out and join you, so give me a minute.
    She didn’t want Jess inside, not when she didn’t know what she was dealing with. The place feels empty. I’m tracking to see where he went, but I’ll call your team back first. Stay there, Jess, it’s easier for me.
    Because you think the wheelchair slows you down.
    Was there a touch of bitterness there? That shocked her. Jess had never sounded like that, never complained. Was he upset because she wanted to protect him?
    That’s silly and you know it. I’ve always worked alone and it’s easier to work the way I’ve always done it. He would understand that. A team didn’t take on a new man in the middle of a planned mission, at least not without taking a terrible risk. She was at the office door.
    Yeah, someone had tried to gain entry, but it didn’t look as if they’d succeeded. She ran her fingers lightly over the door to check for traps. They went after your office, Jess. Your boy out there might not have known what he was getting into, but he was a diversion. Someone used him to keep us occupied in case they weren’t out of the house before we got home.
    Did they get into the office?
    I think security held. The codes are intact. I’m entering now, checking for explosives and bugs.
    With what?
    Saber didn’t answer. She could usually detect a bug, but not explosives, not one hundred percent of the time. Pulses from transmitters and receivers were easy enough for her, and the office appeared clean.
    She doubted that the intruder had managed to break in.
    Your office seems clean but you’ll have to sweep the house. The rest of the rooms are lousy with little listening devices.
    You can feel a transmitter? There was excitement in his voice. Respect. Handy talent to have.
    And heartbeats. She didn’t know why she told him.Maybe to warn him. To make him back off. Maybe out of fairness, or self-preservation. But she gave him the truth as she picked up the phone. “Red flag,”
    she said softly into the mouthpiece and then she hung up without further explanation.
    Show-off. There was teasing respect in his voice and it warmed her.
    His office was a bank of high-tech equipment. The real thing. She knew she was looking at hundreds of thousands of dollars. No way was Jess retired, not with this kind of electronics at his disposal. Most of it Generated by ABC Amber