Ghostwalker 07 - Murder Game

about her, all too aware of her as being hi s
    equal. That would arouse his fascination, and that was the last thing Kadan wanted.

    "Come on, baby, let this go for this evening. We have to plan a rescue." He needed to divert her attention to give himself time to think about the best way to protect her.

    She shook her head. "I have to give you details before I'm all the way back."

    Her response unraveled the knots in his belly. It hadn't been as bad this time. The short times she was slipping her exercises in, even a few mi e, seem
    nutes at a tim
    ed to be
    helping. Their connection grew stronger with each time he shared her mind, and she was turning to him more and more without realizing it, allowing him to strengthen her barriers while she worked. It offered her a little more protection to lessen the adverse affects f o
    both the killer and the victims on her unprotected brain.

    Tansy took a deep breath and pushed down the fear that threatened to choke her. She would never forget that chilling moment when the puppet turned his head and looke d
    right into her mind. Kadan had no concept of what an elite tracker could do. She wasn't at the top of her game. She'd burned out, fried her abilities, but the voices of the killers amused the puppet master. He ignored the victims. They were nothing to him, nuisances only.

    "Tansy?" Kadan prompted. "You've done enough tonight. All the detectives working on these cases, the FBI task force—no one has found a link to this man. This is a huge break."

    "We know he exists, but we have no idea of his identity or how he fits in yet. Let me go over everything. The snake enjoys inflicting pain. He's been inVietnam , but not during the war. I got the impression of tunnels in a cane field." She shuddered. "He did terrible things to the farmers. A man and his son. He remembered the details very vividly."

    "Don't," Kadan said. The details were in her mind, just as vivid. Every cut, every sadistic torture the bastard snake had conceived of—Tansy had it in her mind now. Kadan was ABC Amber LIT Converter
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    already trying to push the memories behind the door for her, trying to protect her from the stubborn streak that kept her pursuing evil killers when it cost her so much.

    Tansy visibly made an effort to stay focused on him, to keep the voices from scraping her mind raw. "The camera is really important to him, but he worries it will be found.
    He's a long way from it and has to go back to retrieve it." Her brows drew together as she tried to bring the details into sharper images. "Have your team look up, a good distance away. He camouflaged the camera so it looks like an old piece of machinery and could easily be overlooked. He worked on it a long time, and he made the metal to wrap it in. If you find it, I should get some very good impressions of him, maybe even somewhat of a description."

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    H s fingers tightened. "That's good, baby. Now let it go so we can combat the headache before it starts." It was already swelling in her head, rolling through her like a wave.
    She'd used her talent too often and too close together and her mind was raw. Now she was just scraping over old wounds. Even he could hear the whispers of the victims, when the previous times he had only heard the killers.

    She shook her head and he gritted his teeth, shoving down the urge to shake her hard a d n
    force her out of the half-hypnotic trance.

    "The other one is the important one—the puppet master. I see him surrounded by paper.
    And a desk. He doesn't want anyone to notice him. He prides himself on blending into the background. He's very nondescript and strives to keep it that way, although he has a bit of a problem hiding his…" She touched her eyes. "He wears tinted contacts to keep people from seeing."

    That sheen in her eyes, blue to violet and then a shimmering silver or opaque. Sign of a tracker. He'd never seen it or heard of it before, but now he knew what he was looking for, now he knew what that peculiar shine really was.

    "He's very clever. He's surrounded by killers, by…" She frowned again. "I feel Whitney's taint on him. He knows Whitney. They're connected somehow, but I can't see it. Papers. That's all I'm getting. There's money. Lots of money, but…" She shook her head. "Whitney doesn't know. His killers don't know. He's the boss, but none of them n
    k ow."

    She blinked at