Ghostwalker 07 - Murder Game

is the only person who may be meaner than me."

    Tansy sent Kadan a sharp glance. As a rule he could read people's minds. It was fai l r y
    clear that Gator might flirt, but he was definitely a one-woman man.

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    Yes he is , Kadan agreed, but it's good for them to know the score .

    His hand slid from the nape of her neck to her sho l u der, his fingers brushing her neck,
    s all, caressing strokes that were featherlight
    m
    , but she felt them all the way to her toes.

    Tough guy . She did the equivalent of mind eye rolling, not wanting to show that even that light touch could affect her the way it did. Shivers of awareness raised goose bumps on her skin and down her spine.

    Kadan merely shrugged, his hard expression and cold eyes saying it all to his friends.

    Gator's unrepentant grin widened, flashing white teeth. "Flame's the better half of me and she sure ke p
    e s my life interestin."

    Tansy's mind was racing with the idea of themes and nicknames in the Special Forces.
    Each ivory game piece had been carved obviously for a specific killer. If they were military and GhostWalkers, it couldn't be that difficult to track down their handles. There just weren't that many GhostWalkers, if what Kadan said was the truth. Wouldn't it be a matter of just going through the teams and finding out what they call one another ?

    She glanced toward the dining room. She could just glimpse the long table from the arched doorway leading to it. There were no figurines left out. All evidence was back in the war room, and she would bet her last dollar that the door was securely locked.

    There is no way my teams are in any way responsible, and I would have recognized the names. I've worked with all the members of both teams. No, this is an outside team, run by Whitney or someone else. They're connected to Whitney; there was no doubt in my mind before you ever found the puppet master with Whitney's taint on him.

    Tansy let her breath out slowly. Whitney hadn't been content with working on a few e
    m n; he'd given enhancements to others, and obviously their psychological profiles hadn't shown they were dangerous, or maybe it was because they were that he had chosen th m e .
    And that was very, very scary. She turned her head and looked at Kadan.

    You knew. All along, you knew.

    He didn't look at hen but his mind brushed against hers. Isuspected. I know these men and the others on m
    y team. They are capable of killing, but not murder for pleasure. These killers are doing it for fun. It's literally a game to them .

    "Kadan," the third man spoke. His voice was quiet, but it drew attention immediately. "If you have something to share about all this, do it. I've been traveling nonstop and I want to get home and see Dahlia. I don't like being away from her for too long."

    It was obvious the man was aware that Kadan and Tansy were speaking telepathically.
    She looked him over. He had that same stillness in him that Kadan did. He was tall, with ABC Amber LIT Converter
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    longer midnight black hair, bronze skin, and truly black eyes. Where Kadan's eyes were so blue they could appear black, this man had eyes the color of obsidian.

    "Nicolas Trevane," Kadan introduced. "Sorry, Nico, we're still sorting things out. Tansy's parents have been taken hostage. I think Whitney is involved, and that he has a GhostWalker present at the house with the captives. They want Tansy to turn herself over to them or they plan on killing her parents. She had twenty-four hours. Eight of those are gone."

    The three men looked from Tansy's face to Kadan's. Gator grinned again, this time his drawl teasing. "I take it that's not an option."

    Kadan slid his hand down the curve of Tansy's back and then slipped his arm around her waist. "No."

    Simple. Direct. That was Kadan.

    Tansy sighed. "I drew a diagram of the house. We do have an escape tunnel, but Fredrickson knows about it."

    ith his arm tight around her, Kadan led th
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    e way into the dining room, where he spread
    several papers on the table. "The estate is quite large and probably well guarded.
    Fortunately, Tansy knows all the camera positions and has pinpointed them for us."

    Kadan stepped back to allow the men to study the diagram of the house and estate, complete