Ghostwalker 07 - Murder Game

"You're so stubborn. Fine then. You have my word. I could shake you sometimes."

    "Well I could paddle you sometimes. So I guess we're even." There was no give in his voice, no triumph, just stating a fact in that wicked, black e v lvet, suggestive tone.

    She had the feeling he was really contemplating turning her over his knee, and something perverse in her had her tingling with unexpected arousal. How did he do that, turn everything into sex with just a tone? She was in for one wild ride with him, but she couldn't let him just take her over. She had to learn to hold her own.

    Tansy leaned her chin into her hand. "You've got that look in your eyes."

    "What look?"
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    The one that took her breath away and made her panties damp. And they were arguing over something important.

    "The argument is over. We both compromised," he pointed out, reading her mind. His lips curved into a sensual smile. "I'm fortunate that I make your panties damp. Lift up your shirt for me."

    She regarded him steadily, wondering if he was challenging her or testing her. She didn't care which it was, she'd told him the truth. If he needed access to her body, she was more than willing to give it to him. She pulled the hem of her shirt up over her breasts and held the material out of the way. His eyes darkened from ice blue to midnight. His fingers trailed over the creamy slopes, brushed over her nipples, and followed the red marks down her body.

    "Did you put something on this?" He stroked a caress over one angry streak on her belly.

    She nodded. "It looks worse than it is. My skin marks easily."

    He tugged her shirt down and leaned over the table to kiss her. "Do you want more tea before we do this?"

    "No. Do you have a recorder?"

    "It's on the sink. I knew you weren't going to let this go." A ghost of a grin touched his o
    m uth.

    She wadded up a paper towel and threw it at him. "I can't believe you."

    He placed the recorder on the table and turned it on. "Why was the puppet master thinking about Frog instead of Blade when he carved the knife for Blade?"

    "He despises Blade and men like him. He thinks Blade is a bag of hot air and dismisses him even though he runs the team." Triumphantly she glanced at Kadan. That was a confirmation that she'd been correct and Blade was the leader of the East Coast team. "If o
    y u can track Frog, using the water business, scuba gear, and being able to hold his breath for phenomenal amounts of time, you should be able to find Blade. They work together."

    "In the military."

    "I believe they are, or they were. They might have another business, something to do with security." She caught her breath. "Yes.
    p
    They all run a security com any together.
    That was the puppet masters idea. He made them think it was their idea. He's good at manipulating people. He manipulated Whitney. How? How did you do that? I'm so on you," she whispered. "And you're not going to get away from me."
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    Kadan stayed in her mind, intrigued by the speed with which she gathered pieces of information from images and thoughts and put them together with amazing accuracy. Her brain amazed him.

    "He handpicked these men. For his own purpose. He duped Whitney. Whitney the all powerful." Her eyes lit up and she stabbed a finger toward Kadan. "He worked for h
    W itney during the testing process, Kadan. Can you track him that way? There have to be records. Whitney couldn't have run the testing. He had to interview only those who o g t
    through the first few rounds. And he was testing for psychic ability at that point, not whether or not these e
    m n were psychologically suited to be enhanced."

    "We believe Whitney enhanced a few men who were screened out of the program for i h s
    own personal army. A group of men who were tested were listed as missing or dead over the next couple of years, but we found one of two of them very much alive and enhanced.
    Could these men be part of Whitney's army?"

    She shook her head. "No. They had nothing to do with Whitney after he enhanced them.
    These men belong to the puppet master. He got them through the screening and then somehow through the interview with Whitney. He did it for his own personal gain, no other reason. He had a plan from the