Ghostwalker 09 - Ruthless Game

for them. I can’t quite figure out what it was, but it’s thin and fit right over the lock, so the door appeared to engage, but in reality, the lock wasn’t ful y engaged.”
    “Why didn’t the alarm sound? Shouldn’t it have?” Kane rubbed at his wet hair with the edge of the blanket.
    “Yes.” Jaimie sounded affronted. “Whatever they used simulated the lock enough that the monitor accepted it as real. I’ve never seen anything like it.

    The way it should work is, if anything, even a thin piece of paper is slipped in, the electronics don’t engage and the alarm goes off. They have some tool that fools the electronics into believing the circuit has been engaged.”
    “So they planned this careful y. They knew about the lock and how it worked,” Kane stated the obvious. “They were prepared.”
    “How?” Mack asked. “We don’t have that many visitors. A few construction workers, but we checked them out thoroughly. Deliverymen.” He looked at Jaimie. “Who else?”
    “We’ve had the cops here a few times,” she said. “Something about the surveil ance tape real y bothers me, but I can’t put my finger on it.” She swung back to study the footage. “Go up to our home, Kane, and take a warm shower. Mack’s jeans wil be short, but you can fit into them. In fact, I think there are a couple of pairs of your jeans left from when you were staying with us while your house was being built. Look in the clothes closet. This is going to take a while to figure out.”
    Marc stuck his head out of the tent, bloody glove-covered hands in the air. “Where the hel is Eric? He went to get another set of instruments. I need help in here. I can’t monitor him and do the operation.”
    He disappeared back inside the tent.
    Get down here, now, Paul. Mack sent the command instantly. “Get upstairs, Kane. Guard Rose and Sebastian. Don’t trust anyone.” He glanced at his watch. “Eric ran out of here a few minutes ago to get another surgery kit from his car. I thought it odd that he didn’t ask one of us to get it for him but just figured he could find it faster.”
    Kane turned and ran up the stairs as Paul came running down.
    “That’s what’s bothering me,” Jaimie said. “Look, Mack. Look at the tape. Eric goes through the door first, and the therapist fol ows him. Look at what Eric does.” She froze the tape. “Look at his eyes. He stops right there, and his gaze shifts down and toward the lock just as the therapist slips in his tool.
    Eric knew. Eric has to be working with Whitney.”

CHAPTER 16
    “Son of a bitch.” Mack leaned down to study the tape. The entire time, they’d been watching the lock and the therapist, not real y paying attention to the surgeon who had worked at one time or another on many of the GhostWalkers, even saving lives. How Jaimie had noticed the slight turn Eric made and the shift of his eyes as he glanced down at the lock, he couldn’t imagine. Especial y in the midst of Brian having surgery just a few yards away.
    “He knows, Mack,” Jaimie reiterated and pul ed up the footage inside the second floor and then of the street.
    They could see Eric rush out of the surgical tent, cal out to Mack, and then run behind the tent out of their sight. He put a foot on the stairs leading up to where Paul watched over Rose and Sebastian, shook his head, and turned quickly to take the stairs leading down to the first story. Clearly he had considered making another try for the baby. He dashed down the stairs and out the door, never entering Kane’s home. The street cameras showed him leaping into his car, cel phone out, and talking fast as he sped away.
    “Get the word out to the other teams,” Mack ordered Jaimie. “There’s no tel ing what damage he’s done to us. Everyone he’s come in contact with may be compromised. Advise sweeping for bugs and reworking security wherever he’s had access. Let Jack and Ken know their home probably has multiple problems. Has he had access to our computer equipment?”
    Jaimie shook her head. “No one touches my computers other than Javier. And he’s worse than I am about security. Wel ... okay ... maybe not.”
    Mack swore under his breath as he paced back and forth. “We’ve had a snake among us from the very first.”
    “What if he didn’t work for Whitney? What if he’s working for the faction that wants al of us dead?”
    “I doubt he would have saved so many of us. The death tol would have been much higher. I’m