Christine Feehan - Predatory Game

Saber curled her palm around Chaleen’s ankle without actually touching it. She could feel the heat now. The life. The blood moving and the electricity as the commands of the brain were carried out. With infinite patience she placed the tips of her fingers over the pulse. Light. So light as to be nonexistent.

Saber closed her eyes and absorbed the rhythm, the steady beat and the flow of blood through arteries and veins. She let out her breath at the exact moment that Chaleen did, allowing air to rush through her lungs. For a moment she experienced that strange euphoria that came with blending body rhythms. Sharing the same skin, the same breath, the same heartbeat was unique and incredible, an indescribable feeling. The most difficult moment came with that connection. She couldn’t react to the exhilaration. She had to keep that same steady beat so that they were one being.

“I did go see him, but there was no chance to get into his office. I’ve observed members of his team here, but they’re friends of his.”

Although her concentration was on Chaleen, Saber’s warning system began to shriek at her. There was no sound. GhostWalkers rarely gave themselves away with noise, but the energy coming toward her was very aggressive and it was coming fast. Time was running out. It was now or never.

Saber introduced the smallest blip in the steady rhythm. Chaleen reacted by pressing her hand to her chest.

“Look, I’m telling you this is a waste of time. Jess Calhoun is a patriot and he’s given most of his life to his country. I’ll be damned if I’m a party to any of this. We’re supposed to be on the same side, Karl.”

Saber closed her eyes, allowing her breath to escape. Chaleen might be an operative for someone, but she wasn’t trying to kill Jess. She wasn’t enhanced and there was no way Saber could confirm a connection to Whitney. Slowly, with tremendous care, she lifted her fingers from Chaleen’s ankle. The heart wouldn’t seize, would remain beating normally, and Chaleen would never know just how close to death she’d been.

“I suggest you put your hands where I can see them,” Ken Norton said, his voice low, but carrying a threat that sent a shiver down Saber’s spine.

Chaleen snapped the cell phone closed and whirled around to face the GhostWalker, nearly stepping on Saber. “Don’t point that gun at me. You know who I am and who I work for.”

Saber inched her way back into thick brush. If Ken was here, Mari would be covering his back, and that left the way open to get back inside the house.

“I thought the CIA had stopped harassing Jess just about the time he lost his legs. Isn’t that when you left him because he wasn’t of use to you?”

“He never was of use to me.”

“No, I’m betting he wasn’t one for pillow talk. Go away, Chaleen.”

“Kiss my ass, Norton,” Chaleen said.

Saber crawled as quickly as she could through the brush until she was in heavier woods. She ran, staying to the shadows, wishing she could hear more of the conversation but knowing eventually Jess would come looking for her.

It took less than a third of the time to make her way back, as she knew the GhostWalkers were occupied with Chaleen. She made certain she stayed small and blended into the night so that she didn’t draw Mari’s eye. Keeping her energy low, even as she ran, kept the guards’ sixth sense from tripping.

Saber leapt onto the garage roof, used it to springboard onto the house roof, and crawled to the dormer. It was a little trickier making the jump and catching the ledge, removing the louvers one-handed, but she had practiced, and she managed to make it into the attic before Ken returned.

Breathing a sigh of relief that she hadn’t had to kill Chaleen, Saber made her way back to her sitting room and hastily changed.

“You’re looking very pregnant, Lily,” Jess greeted, glancing up at the video picture of Dr. Lily Whitney-Miller, daughter of Peter Whitney, the man who had begun the psychic experiments.

Lily sat perched in a chair, her face serious and pale, her eyes wide with concern. “I’m due in a couple of weeks, Jess. And I’m not certain we’ll be able to stay here after that, which means we’ll lose what little advantage we have. It isn’t safe.”

“I understand.”

And he did. She lived in the house Peter Whitney had built, complete with secret labs and eighty rooms and underground tunnels. The sophisticated equipment inside was his brainchild and he had a back door into it all, so he could review everything his daughter did. Unbeknownst to Peter Whitney, Lily had turned the tables on him and had found a way to tap into his computers, so in effect, they were watching each other.

Lily basically lived in a fishbowl where her father could monitor her at will, but she could feed him whatever data the GhostWalkers wanted her to while they tried to track him down. Once her baby was born, she would never feel as if the child was safe unless they moved to another location where Whitney wouldn’t be able to kidnap him and use him for his experiments.

“I copied a file on a female child called Winter from my father’s computer and made a hard copy for you. In one of his entries a year or so ago, he noted she had changed the spelling of her name from Winter to Wynter, so I have no doubt your Saber is this girl. After reading this file, Jess, I just can’t risk it.”

Jess swallowed hard as he stared at the photographs spilling across his desk. His throat flooded with tears. “My God. She was a baby. He trained her to assassinate and used her before she was even grown.”

Lily’s image reflected her own horror. “It’s worse than that, Jess. He’s got a vision now of a different world, one where he gets rid of birth defects and makes humans into superior beings. He calls it a superior soldier, but he wants an elite force of genius, psychic, and genetically superior humans. He’s a megalomaniac and so fanatical he’s lost sight of any reality. I accessed the files of one of the children he used for Winter to experiment on-her name is Thorn and he thought her of no consequence because she didn’t show any promise for his ultimate plan. It looks as if he still considers her expendable.”

“Now we know what happens to the girls who don’t meet his standards. They’re on the other end of the experiments.”

Lily didn’t bother to hide her tears. “I don’t know how you’re going to stop him, Jess. I really don’t. He’s a multibillionaire and has research facilities all over the world. He has access to schools and labs and hospitals. He has so many friends in various governments, and the truth is, no matter how they might condemn him publicly, they want him to continue. What he gives them, no one else can.”

“That’s bullshit, Lily.”

“I wish it was. He’s my father, but he needs to be destroyed. He’s gone past saving doing this.” She rubbed her temples, her face lined and worn. There were dark circles under her eyes. “Somewhere he made the descent from greatness to madness. He’s completely insane to do this.”

“I’m sorry, Lily,” Jess said, meaning it. Lily had suffered enough. He could feel it radiating from her every time she was close to him.

“A child assassin, Jess, trained from the time she was a toddler. She could slip into a room, kill with a touch of her hand, and no one would ever even know it was murder. A heart attack. There is not a single pinprick on the body. She’s a perfect killing machine. What government wouldn’t give their right arm to have her? Logan gave me the picture you sent. Don’t worry, he hand-delivered it, and I’ve since destroyed it, but she’s enhancing her looks to make herself look older.”

“I can see that.”

“She was trained primarily for covert work. A nice little school where she learned everything needed to slip in and out of any society, any culture, without leaving a trace. She blends. That’s one of her greatest strengths. She becomes whatever is needed to get the job done. She’s lethal, Jess. One touch. She can kill with a touch.”