Ghostwalker 07 - Murder Game

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    happened. He didn't even glance down at Gator, who sat on the floor, laughing.

    "I see," Tansy said.

    Kadan dropped his hand beneath the table to her thigh. Does it hurt ?

    She shook her head. My hand hurts more .

    He immediately took her hand and turned it over to examine the palm. "Take a look at this, Nico. When she took the gloves off, the ivory piece branded into her skin, although it's not a burn. I tried opening her hand to get her to drop the thing, but not even using pressure points helped. I hit her hand on the table edge. Do you think it's broken?"

    Tansy attempted to pull her hand away, but Kadan tightened his grip. The men crowded around, looking at the impression of the knife embedded in her palm. Nico turned her hand around and murmured to her to open and close her fingers.

    "Her hand's not broken, Kadan, and the impression is fading. How does your talent o w rk,
    Tansy?"

    Again she tugged at her hand, but Kadan kept possession of it, although he did lower her arm, taking her hand beneath the table, out of sight. His fingers brushed back and fort h
    over her palm in long, slow caresses where no one could see.

    "I'm not certain. I've had the ability as long as I can remember. I touch something, and I can sense the impressions left behind by anyone who has touched it before me. If it's strong energy, such as violence, the impressions are equally as strong. It's rather like always being in on private conversations."

    "So you wear gloves most of the time?"

    She nodded. "Always. I don't wear them when I'm camping up in the mountains, but as a rule, unless I want to stumble onto someone's secrets, I'm careful."

    "I'm shielding for her," Kadan said. "Which is why she's able to be okay here with all of you and in this house." His fingers continued to stroke her injured hand beneath the table.

    "We really should get started," she said.

    Kadan sighed. She was right. If he was going to eliminate both teams quickly, he needed this information. "Let's do it then."

    "I'll clean up," Gator said.

    "I'm going to button down the house and set up a couple of escape routes just to be safe."
    Nico shoved back his chair.
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    "That leaves me to talk to the ladies about what they can give us on your suspects,"
    Ryland added.

    Kadan appreciated his friends' discretion. It was difficult enough to watch Tansy suffer while she worked, but he also knew her inevitable reaction embarrassed her. She didn't want to try tracking in front of an audience. He held her hand as they went into the bedroom where he'd set up the pieces. He'd placed the four pieces side by side on the dresser.

    "Sit. I don't want you screwing up your hip."

    She nodded, almost without hearing him. Her gaze was already fixed on the small, perfectly detailed bull. He kept his mind in hers, wanting to understand what she was doing so he'd have a better chance of helping her when she needed him. She was already half-gone from him, tuning everything out arou d her but the object th n
    at she was going to
    handle. She pulled on the gloves almost absently, not even glancing at him.

    There was only Tansy and the ivory game piece and the information it would yield. Her breathing changed first. Kadan watched Tansy's face rather than her hands. He knew the moment she picked up the ivory bull with her gloved hands. The jolt of violent energy was strong. He felt it blast through her mind to encompass his. Along with the violence was a sexual energy that didn't surprise him. Tansy's record of tracking was 100 percent, and if she thought a piece represented the highly sexual nature of the owner, he believed her.

    "He's very involved in the rodeo. He likes the power of the bull and craves it for himself.
    He enjoys his prowess with women. His buddies want the details, and he tries to top his record of several women in one day, all begging for his attentions. He often has a couple of women at the same time. He enjoys that he can get them to do anything he wants more than he actually enjoys the sexual act. He's a total adrenaline junkie, needing the high all the time. The murder doesn't give him his fix, but the idea of getting away with it, the planning,