Shiloh Walker - The Unwanted

“Won’t be necessary. I’m in Charlottesville. Where are you?”

Destin blinked. “Ah…” Glancing around, she spotted the sign for the bank and named it. “It’s on the main drag through town in front of the campus. Oz, why are you here?”

“It’s complicated. Don’t worry about it, though.” There was a heavy, thick pause, weighted and long. “Why are you at the bank?”

“I needed to get off the road. Head is messed up.”

Another one of those heavy silences. “I’m actually not far away. I’m pretty familiar with the area. Why don’t you just wait there for me?”

Blood roared in Destin’s ears. Out of habit, she locked on Caleb’s face, wishing she could see his eyes. She reached out a hand and at the same time, she lowered her shields.

Something odd…something missing.

“Sure, Oz,” she said quietly. “Sure.”

As the blood roared in her ears, images started to flash in her mind, burning and imprinting themselves on her memory. Hands—familiar hands. A ring that Destin knew. Oz’s.

Flipping through sheets of paper—reports, pictures.

Stopping on one of them…

A face that Destin knew. She knew it very well, but that girl hadn’t been in the file.

“Oh, shit.” Realization crashed into her. Turning her head, she stared at the bank.

Pieces clicked into place.

“Do you have the file?” she asked, looking over at Caleb while wild terror started to beat inside her.

Oz knew how they worked. That was why she’d called Caleb in. He tended to keep the information at a minimum, trying to keep the stimuli from overwhelming her while Destin put the pieces together. If somebody was in immediate danger, the caution went out the window, but if somebody was in immediate danger, Destin was likely to have picked up on it.

Oz knew this. She knew it.

“Yes,” Caleb said slowly, glancing at the car. “Destin, what’s up?”

“I need the file, now.” She climbed into the car, delving into the back and hoping it would give her a few minutes of privacy. Oz would expect to find them standing outside the car, waiting for her, and when she didn’t, she’d glance in the front seat…at least Destin hoped how that was how it would play out.

“Get in and give me the file,” she snapped over her shoulder.

Caleb was already in action and thirty seconds later, the file was in her lap. She laid her hands on it and then looked at him. “I’m dropping my shields—all of them.”

He opened his mouth and she shook her head. “No time for it to happen any other way. You’ll have to get me steady as soon as you can if anything happens, because you were right—something is missing…and I think it’s one of the victims. Oz wasn’t telling us everything.”

The knowledge in his eyes flashed, burning through them both. Destin looked away and gripped the file, grounding herself.

Then she opened it and let every last protective instinct she had fall away.

Wisps…

Nothing but wisps.

She caught glimmers from the victims, but it was the same sort of thing she’d picked up when she’d walked the crime scene

She wanted to scream as she went through the damn files, the reports, the crime scene photographs, pitiful as they were. Each image of the victim made her heart wrench and her mind twisted as she took in too much. Memories. Sensation. Echoes. Pain. Laughter. All of it churned inside her, but she couldn’t lift much of anything useful out of the morass.

Nausea churned inside her and the breakfast she’d forced down her throat threatened to make a return appearance as she relived hours of confusion, memories of pain and fear and cold. Nothing concrete. Nothing certain.

And nothing from the bastards she needed to connect with…at least nothing solid. There were plenty of threads, but they were all disjointed and loose and when she tried to weave them into a fabric, nothing happened.

She should have enough to get a lock on the rapist, but…

Fifteen minutes later, she put the file down and shoved her damp, sweaty hair out of her face. “This is a waste of time. It’s a fucking mess, sheer chaos.”

She shot a look at Caleb and went to climb out of the car, only to pause, glancing back at him. His face could have been carved from rock, but his flesh was damp, as though he’d been sweating, and his eyes were glassy.

It was, she thought, almost exactly how she’d look, if she’d bothered to check. Not at all the way he usually looked when they’d come out of one of these connections before.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine.” Unlike the way he looked, the answer was level and even. Completely poised.

He didn’t look fine. He looked on edge, his control more than a little shaky, but neither of them had time for this right now. Sighing, she climbed out of the car and met his gaze over the roof.

Unspoken words passed between them. A shared history and so many years of working together so well, it was like their minds were one. Even before he went to ask, she knew what he was going to say.

“Does she go here?”

Destin shook her head. “I don’t know. Oz doesn’t have a good relationship with her anymore. After the divorce…”

A car pulled into the parking lot and a rush of hot and cold chills broke out over Destin’s body while a knot of fear gripped her hard and tight. She’d lied to Caleb. No, she didn’t know for a fact , but her gut had already given her the answer.

Oz’s out-of-character actions, why she’d pulled strings and gotten Caleb out here.

Caleb’s odd feeling something just wasn’t right.

Destin’s inability to see the pieces she needed…it was because she didn’t have them all.

As the silver Lexus swung into a parking spot across the lot, Destin swallowed and then looked over at Caleb. “She knows how we work, you know,” she said quietly. “She knows you withhold the information until it’s something you know I’ll need. She knows I trust you to work it that way. And I bet she tried to get a glimmer off the information she had and didn’t succeed.”

A muscle ticked in Caleb’s jaw as Oz climbed out of her car. “So she sends somebody who feels a connection to this sort of crime.”

Destin nodded. She understood. She really did. She wasn’t concerned because her boss, her friend, had decided to keep her in the dark…what worried her was why .

What was Oz up to?

As the long, lean blonde started across the parking lot toward them, Destin stared at her, tried to pick up something, anything beneath Oz’s sturdy, solid shields.

But there was nothing.

“Mom?”

Oz’s mask…and her shields…cracked.

And Destin stumbled against the car under the avalanche of emotion that came pouring out.

“I didn’t want to prejudice you with my personal connection to the case,” Oz said, a bland smile on her face.

Bullshit .

Destin and her boss followed along behind Caleb and Oz’s daughter, a petite brunette who shared Oz’s eyes but nothing else. Well, that wasn’t true. Oz was a strong woman and although it wasn’t the same sort of strength, the girl Destin had just met in the parking lot had strength in her. A lot of it.

Just a quick handshake had been enough for Destin to realize what the girl had gone through.

She remembered more of it than the others had.

Not all, but the memories were clearer.

But instead of calling Oz on her lie, Destin just smiled. She still had a job to do. It was complicated by the fact that she now had to figure out how to keep Oz at bay, get the information to the cops, and all sorts of fun shit, but the job was still there.