Ghostwalker 09 - Ruthless Game

we’re using big bucks to buy up al the buildings around us and renovate them, but you have plenty to purchase a few special items for yourself.
    Like these awesome, never-to-be-found-again boots right here.” She held up a pair of butter-soft leather boots in a swirling olive green with a square cut toe and a bit of a heel. “What do you think?”
    “Or these?” Rhianna held up a pair of bloodred boots that snaked up to the knee. “Short skirt or a pair of skinny jeans. Real y dramatic.”
    “You’d look dramatic in anything,” Jaimie pointed out, blowing her a kiss. “Try these on, Rose, they’l go with a sexy outfit.”
    “Sexy outfit?” Rose echoed faintly. “I don’t have a sexy outfit.”
    “Lingerie,” Rhianna said. “You know, thong, corset, a see-through camisole.”
    Rose shook her head. “I don’t have any of that.”
    “Oh, girlfriend, you need help desperately ,” Jaimie said, putting the boots down. “We’re in the wrong shop. We need to go somewhere else.”
    You’ve got company. Two women. Both young. Look harmless enough, Gideon warned.
    Look alive, Javier warned. One had a tattoo on her wrist. I just barely caught a glimpse of it, but it could be the Lopez cartel. They’ve spread through Arizona, Texas, and especially California.
    “It would be a coincidence,” Rose said aloud.
    Javier warned us some time ago that they had a hold close to here. It makes sense their women might shop here, Jaimie answered as the bel tinkled, signaling they weren’t alone.
    Rose kept her back to them, while Rhianna and Jaimie turned slightly, observing the newcomers. Both girls were young, no more than early twenties, with dark, curly hair and sunglasses pushed over their faces. They talked low to each other, but al three women were enhanced and could hear the whispered exchange. Evidently one was certain her boyfriend was sleeping with another woman and wanted her friend, Imelda, to ask around. They ignored Rose, Rhianna, and Jaimie completely.
    I think they’re more interested in what their boyfriends are doing than us, Jaimie said.
    We could go to the lingerie store, Rose suggested, sticking with telepathy. How far away is it?
    A few blocks, three more, I think, Jaimie said.
    Over my dead body, Kane snapped. We’re not prepared yet. Buy your boots and get out of there.
    Rhianna sighed. Have you ever noticed certain people are killjoys?
    Rose laughed out loud. She couldn’t help it. Kane was always going to be Kane. His idea of safe was anywhere close to him. She reached for the olive green boots, loving the feel of them. One of the newcomers reached for them at the same time. Rose smiled at her and let go.
    “Go ahead. They’re beautiful.”
    The girl’s smile was brief, but she took them to the attendant to ask for her size. Rhianna was already trying on the red boots, and Jaimie had chosen a pair of chocolate brown ones. Rose wandered around the store, looking at everything, a little shocked at the prices and how high the various heels were.
    “Can anyone real y walk in these things?” She turned, lifting them up in the air.
    Jaimie laughed. “Rhianna can,” she said.
    “Real y?” Rose asked, whirling around. Rhianna just grinned at her as she pul ed off the red boots. “Without stumbling?”
    “Piece of cake.”
    “Look Irma,” Imelda said as she walked around the room, showing off the green boots.
    Irma barely glanced at her friend; her attention on her cel phone, texting like crazy. Rose felt sorry for the girl. “They real y are hot on you,” she commented. Even as she said it, she spotted the boots for her. She loved the look of them. Soft gray, a leather braid around the ankle and the top of the boot, knee high, with just enough of a heel to be cal ed dress boots, but not so high she’d break her neck, she had to try them on.
    “I love these,” Rose said with a sigh.
    Rhianna broke into an approving smile. “So do I. Try them on.”
    Rose didn’t need any other encouragement. She had the clerk get her size and sank down into the plush chair to replace her combat boots with the soft leather ones. Never in her life had she had such a luxury. The boots were ridiculous for someone like her to own. Where in the world would she wear them? She ran her hand over the soft leather. But she real y, real y loved them. They felt wonderful, caressing her feet, surrounding them with sheer elegance.
    She looked in the mirror, while Jaimie and Rhianna made approving noises.