Ghostwalker 07 - Murder Game

certain I get that part."

    She still had blood at the side of her mouth. He hated the sight of it. Pouring water onto a cloth, he closed the distance between them. "So far we have ten murders. Five on each coast. Each was similar but very different and each had a game piece left on-site, some game pieces being used more than once."

    "That doesn't explain the GhostWalker tie-in."

    "You jumped over me, Tansy. Right over the top of me," Kadan pointed out. "You know we're genetically enhanced and can do things other people can't. There are strong indicators that whoever is committing these crimes can do things that would be deemed impossible. Most of the murders on the West Coast have occurred in eitherSeattle orTacoma,Washington . The murders inNorth Carolina are near the base there as well.
    We believe whoever is committing them is in the service."

    "Where are the GhostWalkers?"

    "Scattered around, on missions. They have residences, of course, but they are often on both coasts."

    "Has anyone tried to eliminate them as suspects? If they're in the military, someone has to know where they are on any given day, don't they?"

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    around her waist to steady her. "The GhostWalkers operate outside ordinary parameters.
    They don't answer to anyone but their team leader and either the general or the admiral.
    Both men run teams. The missions are classified and often involve travel outside theUnited States without a paper trail. In other words, it is difficult to tell where the truth is because once set loose, they have the ability to travel in and out of the country and even state to state without anyone knowing. Of course we're checking into that as fast as we can, but it isn't easy, especially since I can't reveal the investigation to them or the fact that they're under suspicion."

    "And they were all out of the country?"

    He shook his head. "But no one can confir
    m their whereabouts but other GhostWalkers.
    The general consensus seems to be that they would alibi one another."

    "Would they?"

    He sighed. Would they? Of course they would. Another shiver drew his undivided attention to her. Up close, touching her soft skin was a kind of private hell. He tipped her face back, taking no notice of her flinch, and dabbed away the remaining blood. "Sit down before you fall down." When she didn't respond, he took her arm and forcibly led her back to the sleeping bag. Her body was trembling, but it was her eyes that bothered him. She jerked, stared off for a moment and then came back shivering.

    "I'm all right." The words were mumbled, and twice she pressed her hand to her head.

    "The headache's coming."

    She nodded, swallowing hard. "I'm used to them. I have pills somewhere." She looked around a little helplessly. Her body jerked again and her eyes stared.

    "Damn it, Tansy, you're having seizures." He lifted her, cradling her close, holding he r
    there for a moment, dropping his head against hers briefly, before laying her down on the a
    m keshift bed.

    "I know. It happens. The headache is worse." She rolled away from him and curled up in a tight ball. "I have to cover my eyes."

    "Where are your sunglasses?" He was already up and looking for them, rummaging through the bags he'd packed, looking for her prescription.

    She didn't answer, but started to rock, one hand shielding her sensitive eyes.

    "This happened every time you chased a killer?"

    She mumbled her reply, the words unintelligible, but he felt the assent in his mind.

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    "And people think I'm crazy."

    Kadan settled down beside her, supporting her head with his palm, pushing the pills into her mouth and then holding the water bottle for her. She groaned softly at the movement, but obediently swallowed the medicine.

    You don't have to stay with me . She wanted him gone, hating to have anyone see her this a
    w y. Vulnerable. Mind gone. Nearly insane. Hurting. It hurt so bad.

    Kadan stroked back her wild hair, his fingers lingering in the silky strands. "Don't talk.
    Don't use telepathy, it only makes the headache worse. Go to sleep,