Ghostwalker 07 - Murder Game
the horror of the repercussions of her infidelity registered, and he took a snapshot of her face, then he shot her between her legs, in both breasts, and finally in her wide-open mouth. You shouldn't cheat on your husband, bitch, not when he's serving his country .
Bile rose, but Tansy fought it down. She was too close to lose now. This had been a hit, pure and simple. She was certain of it. She'd seen hits before, knew what they felt like.
Hawk maybe wanted to win a game, but somewhere, someone had wanted this victim, this woman, to suffer for her infidelity. This killing wasn't random. Someone had chosen her. "The dead man is not her husband," she murmured aloud, just in case Kadan wasn't following the information she was trying to share with him. "Check, but I know he wasn't her husband. She was having an affair and the husband wanted her punished."
She was looking beyond the murder, focusing on that thread that gleamed like silver, fat and shiny and much thicker than normal. The puppet master had to be in contact with his killers whether he wanted to be or not. He was the "ref." The man running the game. And he was running it for profit. Contract killings . He had his own team of hit men, and he played them all like fools. He was military, had been in some way part of the testing.
Neat freak. Worked for Whitney. She was close to him now.
Clever, clever girl. I don't usually indulge whims, but you have to learn that bad girls get punished. Mommy and Daddy and are going to get a little visit from my friends . The voice was chilling.
Kadan reacted instantly, her safety net, her guardian, standing between her and t e h man
in the shadows. He caught both wrists and yanked her hands outward and away from the hawk, leaving it sitting on the table, a terrible reminder of the killing of an entire family.
"For revenge," she whispered and buried her face in his shoulder.
She was too weak to stand, and as she collapsed he caught her behind her knees, li t f ing
her against his chest. She leaned over and was sick, staining the floor red. Kadan took her through to the bedroom almost at a run. Her skin was clammy, her face nearly gray.
"Tell me what she needs," Nico said, coming up behind him.
"I'm afraid to let her sleep. I think the puppet master is a dreamwalker."
"I have some powder," Nico said. "An old Lakota remedy. It will keep her in a deep sleep and stop any dreams, good or bad. It's been in my family for hundreds of years."
Kadan placed Tansy on the bed and fished quickly for the pills that would hel p to ease
the pain already beating at her skull. She turned away from him, coughing, and there was blood on the pillow.
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Nico pushed past him and laid his hands on Tansy's body. "Pull out my crystals; they're in my jacket in the hall closet. Let's make her more comfortable and put her to sleep. No wonder you don't want her doing this. This is tearing her up."
"She got important information," Kadan said, coming back into the room with the crystals, "but the puppet master is definitely tracking her. I have to find a way to guard her dreams."
"Give me some time to heal her with the crystals, and I've got enough powder for a few days. That should give Flame and Lily time to give a direction and we'll eliminate the threat."
Kadan sank down onto the bed beside Tansy, where he could watch over her a d n help
Nico at the same time.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Tansy woke in Kadan's arms. He was wrapped around her so tight she wasn't certain h
w ere she left off and he start d
e . He was literally sprawled over her. One thigh lay wedged between her two bent legs, and his arm was around her waist, his hand over her breast. She noticed that even in his sleep he seemed to protect the injured side of her, careful nothing brushed against the laceration. Even the sheet was tented with pillows.
He'd thought of everything to make her comfortable.
She didn't remember falling asleep. There had been so much pressure in her head, pain stabbing at her. She couldn't stand the light or any noises. Somehow she'd gone to sleep, and there'd been no dreams, almost a first for her. She rarely slept at night, and now s he
was afraid the puppet master might find her in her dreams. She'd been afraid to close her eyes, yet dawn was creeping through the window, she felt fine, and she'd obviously
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