Ghostwalker 07 - Murder Game

alive. We need to know what's going on here. Is it connected to the murders? Is this about Whitney and you finding out about him? Fredrickson was obviously a plant in your house, but who put him there? Who does he work for?" He whispered the words, low and cool, in her ear. His breath was warm, his body hot, his grip too strong to break. "Use your brain."

    Tansy hated that he was right. Hated it. She wanted to take another punch at him just for being right. "Let go. Just let go. I'm sitting down."

    Kadan reluctantly released her, his eyes narrowed, watching her closely. Waiting. She felt him in her mind and glared at him.

    "I need the layout of the house and grounds, with as much detail as possible, and that includes position of furniture and lighting. I need to know about security. Cameras.
    Guards. Alarms. Codes for alarms. Everything you can give me."

    Tansy leaned her forehead into her hand. "You were right."

    He was the devil as far as she was concerned, and he couldn't really blame her. He waved her admission aside. "Let's hear what they have to say before we condemn them.
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    Y u just have to be very careful. Whitney is a monster."

    She flicked him another quick look. "I know he's a monster and he must have something on them. Whatever it is, it has to be bad for them to go along with anything that man has done. I've been the insect under his microscope. What are we going to do to keep him from killing my parents?"

    At least she had included him. "We're going to take them back. I'll make a couple of phone calls and get some help." Kadan didn't want to think too much about the way her father had said to Fredrickson, You don't have to do that. She'll come back , but the words ABC Amber LIT Converter
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    She dragged air into her lungs. "The GhostWalkers. You're going to ask them to help us." There was fear in her voice.

    "And you're going to know they aren't involved. We won't be able to prove it, but you examine each of the game pieces, and when you meet the team, you'll know if any of them match any of the game pieces, right? You have strong impressions of personality."

    "Of course I'll know. What happens if one of them is involved?"

    "You signal me; I take out a gun and execute him."

    There was another small silence while she examined his face, looking for a sign that he was joking. "We bring him in for trial," she corrected.

    "There isn't going to be a trial for any GhostWalker caught murdering civilians. There's an execution order. Every GhostWalker is on the chopping block, thanks to these killers.
    When I know who they are, I'm authorized to hunt them and terminate."

    "And you're okay with that?"

    For a moment something hot swirled beneath the cool ice of his gaze. "These men are soldiers, more than soldiers. They are superweapons, sworn to protect this countr y and
    everyone in it. They are betraying every soldier who has gone before them, the soldiers fighting now, and all who come after. We have a code. They've broken that code. And more than that, Tansy, you better know exactly what we're up against."

    "It's always difficult to go up against psychos."

    He shook his head. "Superweapons. Never forget that these men we're chasing are not just well-train d
    e soldiers, which would make our job difficult enough. I've had every kind of training possible. So have these men. I'm enhanced psychically. So are they. I'm enhanced physically. They are as well. If someone co e m s after me to kill me, they have
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    o e chance. One. They have to take me by surprise; after that, I'm hunting them and they're dead. These men are like me. Once they know we're on to them, they'll disappear and we'll never find them unless they surface to retaliate."

    She nodded slowly. "Unfortunately, I have to agree with that assessment after handling the stallion. The man who owns that game piece definitely thinks he's superior and above all laws. His sense of entitlement is absolute. I believe he would come after us in a heartbeat, and it would never occur to him that he would lose."

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