Ghostwalker 07 - Murder Game

signed. "People are always dying, Mr. Montague."

    "Kadan," he corrected. "And not like this."

    She closed her eyes. "I can't do it anymore. Yes, I do have some special gifts. I can leap high and I have fast reflexes, I can feel violent or threatening energy, but I fried my talent, or short-circuited it, or something, when I fell while I was climbing. Maybe it happened when I went to the hospital. I honestly don't know, but I when I touch things, nothing happens. And I'm grateful for that. I wish I could help you, but I can't."

    Kadan shru g
    g ed out of his pack and stretched, loosening his muscles as he surveyed the campsite. She knew what she was doing; sheltered from prying eyes even from above, the camp was comfortable, protected, but could catch the breezes coming in.

    "I have a gift for sound, Tansy, and you're lying. I can hear it in your voice."

    She shrugged. "You can think whatever you like, but I can't help you. There are a few others I've heard of, psychics that can track killers. That's why you're here, isn't it? ou Y
    need me to go after a killer."

    "Not just an ordinary killer, a GhostWalker. I've got an enhanced Special Forces-trained killer on the loose, and I need to track him down and eliminate him immediately." Kadan reached for the coffeepot, dumped out the old liquid, and began filling the pot with water.

    Tansy flicked him a glance from under long lashes. He moved with fluid grace, at home in the wilderness, completely confident in his abilities. He scanned the surrounding area several times, and she knew that if she asked he could tell her where everything in the camp was positioned and the best escape route available to them should they need one.
    She'd worked with men like him, cool under fire, as dangerous as hell, yet he had something different, something even more. Power clung to him.

    "I can't help you."

    "The GhostWalkers are like you, Tansy. Their lives have been changed forever. They have the same headaches, the nosebleeds, the seizures. They're good men and women and ABC Amber LIT Converter
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    they are under fire every minute of the day. They carry out missions no one else could touch. They put their lives on the line every day. You're one of us."

    She shook her head, keeping her voice calm
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    . "I wish I could help you, I really
    do, but I lost the one talent you need."

    He sighed softly. "I swear to you, Tansy, I don't want to do this the hard way. I want you to understand how important it is so that you at least comprehend why I had to come up here to get you. The GhostWalkers are considered too dangerous to be under suspicion like this. I'm under orders not to trust any of them. I can't confide in them or ask for help or even tell them that their lives are in jeopardy just because of what they can do. These are my friends, my teammates. Men I've trained with and gone into combat with, men who have had my back and saved my life. Some of them have families."

    She recognized that he was a man of few words, that he rarely explained himself, but that he was going out of his way to do so for her. Idon't want to do this the hard way . Her heart jumped, but she kept her face composed.

    "Were you given orders to bring me back?" Men like Kadan Montague carried out their missions no matter the cost to them—or to anyone else. She waited. Holding her breath.

    "Yes."

    "Whether I agree or not?" She made it a statement, but there was a breathless plea in her voice she couldn't stop.

CHAPTER THREE

    Kadan sighed. "Let's just take one thing at a time. What do you have for dinner? I'm a fairly good cook."

    Tansy's mouth went dry. She couldn't sit still with the rush of adrenaline. He was going to force her to go back with him. Tansy leapt from her chair and paced across the ground to where she kept her food supplies, needing the action to hide her thoughts. There had t o
    be a way to escape. She knew the mountain like the back of her hand. If she got out of hi s
    sight, she could get away and hide. If he really had a tight timetable, he wouldn't have the time to look for her. But she had to keep it together and not panic.

    She turned from the crisp cooler and found him inches from her body. He was so silent she hadn't heard him approach. Worse, she hadn't sensed him either. She was used to feeling the energy that radiated from people, but with him, there was nothing