Ghostwalker 07 - Murder Game

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    Kadan slipped his blade along the windowsill before levering the window up. He'd made certain there would be no noise when he opened the window, before he'd ever put the couple in the room to begin with. He went headfirst into the room, creeping down the wall to the carpeted floor, knife in his teeth, Ryland right behind him.

    They split up, one on either side of the large double bed. Ryland pulled out the air syringe and made certainSharon would stay asleep. When he was certain she was out, he signaled Kadan and slipped into the shadows where Don wouldn't detect him. Nico took up a position just outside the win o
    d w, where he could train a gun on the man at all times.

    Kadan crept up the wall at the head of the bed and slipped behind Don to settle his weight carefully. He didn't bother with a knife; if he had to kill Don, he would do it with his bare hands. He didn't want blood forSharon to wake up and find.

    He placed his hand carefully on the man's throat and pressed hard enough to wake him.

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    Don's eyes snapped open and he stiffened.

    Kadan's fingers dug deeper, letting him feel his enormous strength. "I wouldn't move if I were you," he said quietly. "I'm a patient man, Mr. Meadows, but I'm tired tonight, and I've got a long day ahead of me tomorrow. I'm going to ask a couple of questions, and whether you live or die in the next few minutes depends on your answers."

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    D n flicked a quick glance at his wife, his lips compressing tightly.

    "She's fine. I can read minds, and hers was fairly open. She loves you and Tansy. The two of you are her world. She despises Peter Whitney and can't understand why you insist on having him in your lives when you know he's a monster." Kadan leaned close. "I can't understand why you would ever risk your daughter with that man. You know she's one of his experiments."

    Don jerked, his eyes widening in shock.

    "You think the government doesn't know about all the little girls w o h se heads he fucked
    up? He did the same thing to a bunch of Special Forces men. I'm one of those men. I don't have a lot of love for Whitney and you shouldn't either."

    "I don't," Don snarled. "I despise the man."

    Kadan stared down into the defiant, angry eyes and read guilt. He didn't let up on the pressure at all. "You despise him, yet you force your daughter to see him even when she says he makes her uncomfortable."

    "It was part of the adoption agreement."

    "You knew what he'd done when you adopted her." Kadan made it a statement.

    Don's gaze shifted. "Damn it, this isn't any of your business."

    Kadan leaned down, staring into the man's eyes. He wanted no mistakes, because this time, Meadows had better understand fully what and whom he was dealing with. "Tansy's i
    m ne now, and I take care of my own. I will kill you and never look back. Meadows.
    Give me a reason not to. I don't much like you and you sure as hell don't have to like me, but if you want to live, you'd better answer my questions. I can smell lies and deceit all over your sorry ass."

    Don pressed his lips together harder.

    Kadan gave him one last chance. "Do you know what he's doing with those girls now?
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    D you know why he wants Tansy back? He has a breeding program. The women don't have to be cooperative, just get pregnant by the men he chooses for them. He wants the babies. That's the man you're protecting. That's the man you're giving your daughter to."
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    Don stared up at him with shrewd eyes. The man had an enormous IQ. He was successful in a highly secretive world, quite brilliant and much respected in his chosen field. He might be arrogant, but he had some cause to be. Kadan remained silent under the close scrutiny. There was no doubt in his mind that Don was making up his mind b
    a out his future son-in-law. Kadan knew what he was seeing. Rough, cold, lines etched deep. The picture wasn't pretty and it shouldn't be. Kadan would kill him if it was necessary and he wouldn't lose sleep over it. If Don Meadows saw nothing else, Kadan wanted him to see that.

    "I went to school with him. He was elite. Tons of money. His parents were billionaires, you know. The school was full of people with money, but few in his class. I was there on a scholarship.