Ghostwalker 07 - Murder Game

very annoying expression. She had a wild urge to kick him ha d r . Finally she nodded. He
    dropped his hands immediately. She muttered a repeat of the not so nice name she'd called him earlier, only this time she added not so nice adjectives to go along with it for good measure. He simply ignored her.

    Tansy swung away, stalking across the room to the phone. She stabbed out her parents'
    number, refusing to look at Kadan as he came up behind her and pushed the speaker phone button. Her mother answered.

    "Hey, Mom," Tansy said in greeting, her fingers twisting together. "Is Dad right there with you?"

    "You're on the phone, not the radio," her mother observed. "Where are you?"

    "Is Dad there?" she repeated.

    "He's right here. I'm going to put you on speaker phone so we can both hear,"Sharon added. "When did you get off the mountain?"

    "Hi, Dad. I need you to answer a question for me," Tansy said, gripping her wrist hard, digging in her nails. "Why didn't you tell me Dr. Whitney was still alive?"

    There was a silence. She closed her eyes picturing the shock on her parents' faces.

    "Did that son of a bitch bother you, Tansy?" Don Mea a
    dows dem nded. "What has he
    done? Tell me, honey, and I'll take care of it."

    She looked around for a chair to sink into. Kadan shoved one under her and Tansy collapsed into it. "Why didn't you tell me about him, Dad? I've gone through enough that I deserve to know. Why do you have anything at all to do with a man like that? You've got to tell me the truth."

    "What has he done? Tell me where you are and I'll send Fredrickson to pick you up.
    Don't trust anyone else," her father insisted.

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    "What does he have on you?" Tansy asked quietly.

    There was silence again. Her mother choked back a sob.

    "Come home now, Tansy. I'll tell you everything, but come home."

    Kadan gripped her harder and shook his head when she tilted back to look at him. They need to get out of there, somewhere safe. He's probably monitoring this conversation.
    Tell them that. Tell them to get out .

    "I have to go now. He's probably monitoring the conversation, Dad, and it isn't safe for you. Take Mom and go into hiding. Do it now and don't trust anyone."

    Her mother screamed.

    "You don't have to do that," Don Meadows bellowed. "She'
    e
    ll com back."

    Tansy jumped to her feet. "Mom?"

    "Tansy?" There was another male voice on the phone. "I'm afraid Mommy can't talk right now. Neither can Daddy. You have twenty-four hours to get back here or they're both dead. Say you understand."

    Fredrickson, Dad's bodyguard , she identified to Kadan.

    "What are you doing, Fredrickson?" she asked.

    Her mother screamed again; this time the sound was filled with pain, not shock.

    "I understand," Tansy said and hung up the phone. She didn't want to give Fredrickson, or anyone else, a chance to cause her parents further pain. "Get me a plane."

    "Take a breath. Let's get a plan first."

    Tansy knocked his hand away. "The plan is, I do whatever Fredrickson wants me to do.
    I'm not letting him kill my parents."

    "He's not going to kill them," Kadan said. "As long as they don't have you, no one is going to kill them. When they acquire you, your parents' usefulness will be gone. That's when they'll be in real danger."

    "You heard my mother scream."

    "That was deliberate to frighten you into immediate compliance."
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    She glared at him. "Well, it worked. Get me a plane."

    Kadan regarded with that cool, impassive gaze she was coming to dislike. "Sit down, Tansy. We need to think, not run off half cocked."

    "Screw you, Kadan." She turned away and headed for the door.

    His fingers settled around her wrist like a steel handcuff. "You're too emotional for this kind of work. Settle down."

    She swung back, using her momentum to put power behind the punch she threw at him.
    Her fist went straight and true for his jaw, but he caught it, the sound loud as her knuckles slammed into his palm. He simply turned her, locking her tight against him.

    "Don't be stupid, Tansy. I'm not the enemy. If you want your parents to survive, sit the hell down and let's figure out how to get them out