Ghostwalker 07 - Murder Game

involved in a different type of mission. So no, the killers weren't there to stop me, they had to be there to kill you and I just happened to be in their way."

    "Who would want me dead beside Whitney?"

    "Whitney doesn't want you dead, honey, he wants babies out of you. And if I'd been thinking with my head and not my cock, I would have realized that immediately. He wants a baby out of us. You i
    m ght not have been paired with me, but I was definitely paired with you. He wants our two talents bred into a child."

    She swallowed hard. "That's sick, Kadan. What if I do get pregnant?"

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    His tone was the same as always, that low, velvet conviction that made her a believer.
    "So if the murderers we're tracking didn't know you were investigating them and Whitney doesn't want me dead, who does?"

    "Your father mentioned a coalition, a group that has formed. We've run into them before, and we thought we'd broken them up when we killed their leader. Eviden t
    tly he wasn' the
    only head of the organization. They have a lot of help. Someone in the White House who has access to a high security clearance has been targeting the GhostWalkers for death.
    They leaked the information that the East Coast and West Coast murders were connected, and they gave a reporter your name. He did a little investigating and realized you were the same Tansy Meadows who had tracked serial killers. The moment he found you, the assassins were on your trail."

    "But how did he find me?"

    "That's what I want to know. Did whoever tip him off give him that information as well?
    n
    A d if so, how did they come by it?"

    Tansy ran both hands through her hair. "I don'

    t have any idea, Kadan, and truthfully, I
    just can't find it in me to care that much. I want to solve these murders and get the killers off the streets. All the rest of it will just have to take a backseat until we figure out w a h t's
    going on."

    Kadan glanced at her half-eaten eggs. "You didn't eat much."

    "It's enough to get me through this. I'm going to do this one right this time."

    He took both plates to the sink and left them there, turning to lock his gaze with hers.
    "You'll do what I say, Tansy. It's my job to keep you safe—and sane. Wear the gloves. If they have to come off, fine, we'll cross that bridge when we need to, but start off with the gloves and see what kinds of impressions you get."

    "You're handicapping me."

    "I don't really give a damn, now, do I?"

    They stared at each other for a long moment, and Tansy shook her head. "We're never going to find them if you don't let me do my job."

    He refused to argue with her. He simply followed her down the hall and picked up the gloves, shoving them into her hands.

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    Without actually touching it, Tansy studied the intricately detailed knife. The blade was sharp and had tiny notches in it. She frowned. Ordinarily she would think the notches i
    m ght be imperfections, but the carver was too good and had too big of an ego to let anything he worked on be less than perfect.

    "The puppet master believes he's smarter than everyone else and he wants them to see him without really seeing. He wants his genius to be in front of them, easy to read, but not to really 'get' it. That way, he can gloat and prove to himself over and over that he's superior, even to enhanced psychics."

    "Is he enhanced?"

    She drew a breath, allowing her palms to be so close only a piece of paper could separate her from the game piece. The surge of energy was potent and filled with violence.