Ghostwalker 07 - Murder Game

read his. I made certain she slept through our talk. I didn't want to cause her any more distress than she already has been through."
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    "What was his explanation?"

    "If I tell you. Tansy, I'm going to tell you the entire story. Be very, very certain you want to know," he warned.

    "That bad?"

    "Yes." He kept possession of her hand when she tugged at it to pull away from him. He t
    wasn' going to let that happen. Her father had hurt her, not him.

    "Was he going to give me to Whitney?"

    "Damn it, that's not fair."

    "They hit my mother. He would do anything for my mother. If he thought they'd hurt her, he'd give me up and never look back." She turned toward Kadan. Lights from oncoming cars played over her face and then left her in shadow. "I know he loves me, Kadan, but it's always been about my mother."

    "And that's all right with you?"

    "I grew up knowing that. It was normal. I don't know what it's like for a child that isn't adopted, but…" She trailed off. He was so still. His mind was still, even when she touched it. She turned the pieces of the puzzle over and over in her brain. She was good t
    a solving puzzles. Things clicked into place for her. And the click wasn't what she'd expected. She shook her head in denial. "I remember being in Whitney's laboratory. It was horrible. There was so much pain. There were other girls there and nurses. He had this little soundproof room he'd take us into. Some of the girls would have seizures and we'd all get nosebleeds. He'd just record everything, with this strange little remote m s ile
    on his face. If he frowned, you were in trouble. I even remember the day he brought e m
    to see my parents for the first time."

    "Both of them together?" Kadan asked.

    "No. Just my father. I remember the way he stared at me. He reached out to touch me and I flinched away. I was wearing gloves, but it was so hard to control impressions and they hurt my head, so I didn't want him touching me."

    "How was he looking at you."

    There it was again, that note. A piece of the puzzle. He wanted her to see for herself, but she kept turning away from the truth. She tightened her fingers in his, wanting strength.
    She was asking for the truth. She was causing him distress by insisting he tell her, yet she didn't want to see. She pulled up the memory.

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    She'd been so frightened. All the girls were frightened. A couple of the nurses tried to comfort them, but never around Whitney. He looked at them as if they were insects, and he didn't want the nurses "coddling" them. A couple of the girls were outwardly defiant, and that made him harsh and cruel. Even as a child she recognized the taint of madness, even though she couldn't really read him.

    And then the girls began disappearing. Whitney would never respond when they dared ask where one of the girls had gone. When he'd taken her out of the laboratory, she'd been terrified, her imagination running wild. She didn't know what the outside world was like and it was so huge. Enormous. The sky was frightening, the cars were, the noises overwhelmed her. He'd dragged her into a room and shoved her toward a man who had been sitting quietly in an office chair.

    She stumbled and looked up at the man. He was tall and fit, with white gold hair, and e h
    turned his eyes on her and she had been afraid to move. Shock. Absolute shock registered on his face. For a moment something fluttered in her mind. Recognition? But she'd never seen him before. She thought… I b l
    e ong . She hadn't known what a father was before then. Now she did. She moistened her lips and glanced up at Kadan's stone-set features.
    "He's my birth father." She continued to look up at him. "Tell me how."

    He told her then, all of it, holding on to her hand, his voice a soft, compassionate caress, this thumb stroking back and forth across the back of her hand.

    She kept her head down, long hair spilling around her face so he couldn't see her expression, but he was in her mind, trying to surround her with warmth, with love, with everything protective in him. She remained very still, even in her mind, as if she was afraid that if she moved, she'd shatter.

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    B by . He breathed the endearment, tempted to pull the car over to the