Ghostwalker 07 - Murder Game

eyes met his. He looked as if he meant it. She shrugged. "I guess you had to try."

    Kadan shook his head, refusing to take the out. "I wasn't thinking about the job when I threw the game piece. It was left behind at the crime scene. There's always a piece left ABC Amber LIT Converter
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    behind. There seem to be eight different pieces, and one of the eight is always left at each scene."

    "Because you have eight players."

    Kadan blinked. Sank down into the dirt beside her. "What do you mean, eight players?"

    "It's a game. A game of murder and there are several players. It stands to reason if there are eight game pieces then you have eight players. Have any of the game pieces repeated?"

    "Four of them. Two on the East Coast and two on the West."

    She was silent a moment, her expression thoughtful. Blood continued to trickle out of her mouth and nose. Kadan couldn't stop himself from wiping it away. The sight bothered him more than he cared to admit. She didn't pull away from him, and he was connected so tightly with her that he could almost follow the speed of her brain as she began computing data with small facts she'd pulled from the brief glimpse she'd received of the killer's mind.

    "It's possible he's on a team. He was concerned about losing points if he raped the victims." She looked up and he swore she blinked back tears. "He did rape them, didn't he? Both of them. He wouldn't have been able to stop himself. He likes what he's doing and he needs the rush of it. He needs it more than he wants to win the game."

    Kadan nodded his affirmation. "They were both raped."

    "Control really matters to him. He kept taunting them about choosing the wrong man. Is it possible the wife knew him? It was odd the way he acted. He doesn't like rejection and obviously feels superior to everyone, men and women. He fed their terror, and the more afraid they were, the higher he became."

    Kadan didn't want to interrupt her. She was fascinating. Her mind was fascinating. He'
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    Tansy swept a hand through her hair, frowning when her fingers caught. He tried not to notice the disarray of her hair, falling like tangled silk around her shoulders and down her back. Her breasts held faint marks, marring the perfection of her skin. He'd done that.
    Those were his fingerprints on her. His body stirred no matter how hard he tried to control himself.

    "Why don't you get dressed?"

    For the first time she seemed aware of her lack of clothing, frowning, a little confused while she looked around her. She nodded and rose unsteadily. Kadan caught her arm to ABC Amber LIT Converter
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    Tansy was back a few minutes later, her face a little swollen as if she'd been crying. She took the coffee mug and blew on it. "Do the murders follow one another? In other word , s
    if one is committed on the West Coast, then does one follow on the East Coast? Are they alike?"

    He shook his head. "Similar. Well planned. More than one person has to be in on the planning, but only one actually performs the kills. At least that's what I think. There's never been any evidence of more than one killer at a crime scene. The murders are connected by the game pieces. They're unusual, carved out of ivory and very distinct."

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    T nsy looked around. "Where are my gloves?"

    "Why?" His gut protested the question and the answer in her mind.

    She flicked him a reprimanding glance. "Don't be silly.

    I need to take a look at the piece. I haven't really examined it and I can't touch it without gloves on."

    "I don't want you to touch it again."

    She sighed. "Look, I've already got the voices in my head and they aren't going to leave me alone, so I may as well do what I can to at least point you in the right direction. I pick things up even through gloves if the impressions are strong enough. I have a feeling this a
    m n kept the piece with him through the entire