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  He had, but he wasn't going to admit it. Ghost Walkers rarely volunteered information, especially when it concerned their own talents. He remained silent.

  Lily cast him a small glance, clearly waiting for him to speak. When he didn't she sighed. "Flame can use sound as sonar. She can literally 'see' in the dark like a bat or a dolphin. As a weapon, infrasound can debilitate by causing nausea, bowel spasms, change of heart rhythm, interference with lung capacity, vertigo, etc."

  "In other words, she can kill a human being." He said it without looking at her. He knew firsthand what low-frequency sound could do and it sickened him.

  "Absolutely she could kill a human being. Also, infrasound is nondirectional in its propagation, therefore it envelops without any discernible localized source. She could produce the 'weapon' without her direction being detected." Lily squarely met his gaze again. "Another thing that is interesting about what she can do, Gator, is aside from 'talking' to animals, she could conceivably create a mass exodus of, say, bats from a cave or rats from an abandoned complex using a high frequency. She could even draw or repel insects such as mosquitoes."

  Lily was well aware she was talking about things he could do, and she was looking for a reaction. He remained absolutely without expression. She lifted her chin at him. "Can you use ultrasound to detect problems in people, Gator? Can you 'see' organs by using a high frequency?"

  "I believe the idea was to be able to help should anyone in my unit be injured. We'd have a walking ultrasound machine."

  "Which is no answer at all. If you find her, Flame could be very ill. She might not let a doctor get near her, but she might let you. Would you be able to detect cancer?"

  "I've never tried."

  "If she tried to kill you, Gator, would you be able to defend yourself against her, or would you allow sentiment to get in your way?" She asked it bluntly.

  "Don't you think it's a little late to be asking me that?"

  She had the grace to blush. "I'm sorry. I didn't know where else to turn. You're heading back to the bayou and I think there's a very good chance she'll be in the same vicinity. Look in the blues clubs. She won't be able to resist them. She has to have a dynamite singing voice--like you. And you'll be there looking for information on Joy anyway."

  "You've never heard me sing."

  "I don't have to hear it. I know you have the ability. I have no idea what Flame's going to be like, and I'm sorry I'm dumping this in your lap, but I have all I can do trying to sort out the mess we're all in. Something's wrong, but I can't figure it out."

  "Talk to Ryland, Lily. That's your first mistake, not trusting him to help you."

  She hung her head. "I hate the way you all look at me."

  "The guilt is in your own mind, Lily. I don't blame you for what Whitney did. We volunteered. You didn't."

  "Please know I wouldn't have asked you to do this, but I honestly believe it's imperative to find Flame. She may be very sick."

  "I'll look for her, Lily."

  "Thank you and please, Gator, be careful."

  CHAPTER 2

  Four weeks later

  Gator shoved the gas hose into the tank of the Jeep and stretched his tired muscles while he waited for the tank to fill. Another long night and, if one considered listening to great blues music all night a failure, he'd had another unsuccessful search. He'd asked more questions and received absolutely no answers in his hunting for Joy Chiasson. No one seemed to know anything. Everyone remembered her beautiful voice, but no one knew anything about her disappearance. Joy had completely disappeared and not a single person seemed to know anything about it.

  As for sighting Iris Johnson, he hadn't even come close to seeing anyone who looked like her. He must have hit every club within five square miles while hunting for information on Joy's disappearance and he'd still come up empty on both women. He'd taken personal leave and so had Ian. They'd been in the bayou nearly four weeks and they couldn't stay there forever. If he didn't find something on Joy soon, he would have to leave, and his grandmother's heart would be broken. She was so certain he would solve the mystery of Joy's disappearance and bring her home safely. He was beginning to believe that wasn't going to happen.

  His restless gaze shifted in a continual sweep of the area. Recon. Always recon. He would never be free of the need to be on his guard. He'd picked the gas pump in the deepest shadow with the easiest exit back onto the street, and he'd done it without conscious thought. With a small sigh, he glanced up at the stars. He loved the night. It was the only time he felt truly comfortable, and tonight he needed a little comfort.

  He hadn't thought all that much about a woman of his own, or a family. He wasn't the kind of man to settle down, but Lily's disclosure of genetic enhancement had hit him unexpectedly hard. For some reason he couldn't get it out of his mind. In the beginning when he realized he could leap up onto a roof with little or no effort, he thought it was cool, an extraordinary side benefit of his psychic experiment. The word virus had never come into his mind, and neither had cancer. He'd never really questioned the physical things he could do and, other than the uses as weapons, he hadn't discussed the enhanced physical abilities with the Ghost Walkers. Maybe none of them really wanted to know, but now it seemed all-important.

  He hadn't signed on for genetic enhancement. Psychic yes. As a child growing up, he had noticed he had some small psychic talent. Animals responded to him. Sometimes he caught impressions of what they were feeling. He had an extraordinary memory and his mind would figure out patterns the moment he saw them. He had exceptional hearing as well. Little things, nothing big, but he knew he could do things others couldn't. Not wanting to be different, he'd kept it hidden, much like the rest of the Ghost Walkers had done.

  He'd trained in the military, was gifted with explosives, building bombs fast and efficiently as well as dismantling with equal speed and care. He'd been recruited by special operations, and the moment he'd heard of Dr. Whitney's psychic experiment and the special psych unit he'd jumped at that as well.

  The idea of a unique group of soldiers, able to use psychic skills, to slip in and out of enemy territory using hit-and-run tactics, really appealed to him. He'd seen too many people--good friends--die and he thought it would be a way to stop so many unnecessary deaths.

  What did genetic enhancement mean for the GhostWalkers' already uncertain futures? Would they be able to have families and, if so, would they pass the traits on to their children? What in the world had he been thinking to do such a stupid thing? He groaned aloud. It should have occurred to him that Whitney would use them as human lab rats. Gator hadn't known of Whitney's earlier experiments with the little girls when he'd signed on, but still, that was no excuse. He should have been smarter. He might have thrown away his entire future.

  Gator leaned against the Jeep and pushed a hand through his thick black hair. Growing up in the bayou had been an experience that taught him different wasn't always good. His parents had died during a flood, a freak accident, and his grandmother had taken on the task of raising the four boys. Wild, fiercely loyal, and proud, Raoul was the oldest and took care of the others. That responsibility had transferred over into his military life. And now, here he was, looking for a woman who was probably dead and another who didn't want to be found.

  He caught a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye and immediately went on alert. A woman slipped out of the shadows. She must have been in the store. More than anything else, it was the way she moved that caught his attention. She flowed in silence, her black, tight-fitting pants molding to her hips and legs. She wore gloves and a leather jacket. Her hair was thick and dead straight, ending just about her shoulders. She glided to her motorcycle, a crotch rocket, a lightning bolt if his guess was correct, built for nothing but speed and handling.

  Like the woman. The thought came unbidden, but lodged somewhere in the vicinity of his groin.

  As she leaned over the bike a car swept into the gas station, headlights catching her
momentarily in the glare. She kept her head down, fiddling with something he couldn't see on the other side of the motorcycle, her jacket and shirt riding up, exposing her narrow waist, lower, the sweep of her hip--the tattoo there.

  Raoul's breath caught in his throat. It was an arc of flames, which rode just above the bone of her hip and emerged from either side of her low-riding pants. His heart accelerated. Could it be that simple? Could he have spent nights visiting club after club on the off chance that she might be singing in one, only to spot her at a gas station? How bizarre would that be? He almost didn't believe it, but something in the way she moved, a stealth, an ease, a predatory silence gave him the impression of a GhostWalker. And the way she had emerged from the shadows . . .

  Raoul raked his fingers through his hair in agitation. He was letting his imagination get away from him. Women had all sorts of tattoos. Just because she had a crescent of flames over her hip didn't mean a thing. He was really losing it, but he couldn't take his eyes from her. Her pants had compartments built into them everywhere, perfect for tools. So, okay, that was a style some people wore, but they fit so perfectly, as if the tight-fitting cargo pants had been specially made, just for her.

  She straightened slowly and pulled on goggles and a helmet. She turned, a small, casual movement that was barely discernable in the shadow she was in, but he felt the sweep of her gaze and he stopped the gas from flowing, taking great interest in putting the nozzle back on the pump. He felt her probing gaze. The back of his neck itched. He held his breath until she started the motorcycle.

  His turn was every bit as casual as hers had been. As she moved forward, light from the streetlamp spilled momentarily across her face. Strands of wine-red hair peeked out from beneath the helmet. Raoul let his breath out slowly. He was certain he was looking at Iris "Flame" Johnson.

  The taillight of the motorcycle galvanized him into action. He slapped on the gas cap before throwing himself into the driver's seat. The motorcycle had already made a turn, but he noted the street.

  He kept a good distance from her, running a couple of streets parallel to her at times to keep her from catching a glimpse of the Jeep. He ran without headlights, relying on sound and sonar to keep from an accident. It was obvious he had the advantage of knowing the terrain. She knew where she was going, but didn't know the alleyways and shortcuts he did. If she slowed down at all, he turned onto a side street immediately. He followed her through the business district and through the residential areas until they were in the very high-end estates, many with high fences and electrical gates.

  The woman parked her motorcycle deep in the shadows of a park, the bushes and trees concealing her from his vision. He nearly missed her. There was nothing, no whisper of movement, no barking of dogs, not a single footstep. Gator didn't spot her, but he felt her. He allowed his Ghost Walker instincts to take over, trusting his highly developed senses to guide him when he had absolutely nothing but a gut feeling to go on.

  He moved in silence past the first brick-walled estate with its wrought-iron front gate. Two large mastiffs stood near the fence staring down the street. He whispered to them without conscious thought, calming them so they wouldn't alert anyone to his presence. He'd taken two steps before it sunk in that she must have done the same. The dogs were obviously on guard, yet neither had raised an alarm and both whined softly, looking eagerly in the direction she had taken.

  He knew where in the shadows to look for a GhostWalker, but even with that knowledge, it took several long minutes of trying to pierce the darkness to spot her. She moved with stealth, flitting from shadow to shadow, bush to tree, avoiding the spill of light pouring from the overhead lamps. She stayed small, arms and hands in close to the body, clothes tight to avoid the whisper of sound. She wore a skullcap to keep any hair from being left behind at the scene. She knew what she was doing as she surveyed the tall wall surrounding the estate.

  As she moved along the base of the north-facing wall, a dog roared a challenge. She froze, turning her head toward the sound. Abruptly the barking turned to a soft, eager whine. Raoul smiled. Definitely a Ghost Walker. He stayed back, careful not to stare at her, not wanting her instincts to detect his presence. He found himself utterly fascinated by her.

  The woman stared up at the wall, glanced left and right and moved back a few feet. To be safe he sank low, his movements slow so he wouldn't draw her gaze. His breath exploded out of his lungs as she leapt over the wall. There was no doubt left in his mind. She had to be a GhostWalker. Dr. Whitney had used genetic enhancement on her. It was impossible to clear the height of the wall with a straight-up jump. His physical capabilities were enhanced and he hadn't been positive he could take the wall, yet she had gone over it with ease.

  Gator hurried across the street and waited in the darkness, "feeling" with his mind. She was leery, probably sensing him, but unable to determine just what was tripping her alarms. He waited patiently, frozen in place. He was highly trained, and there were times he'd been locked into position for hours waiting for a target. He could outwait her if necessary. Whatever she was up to had to be time sensitive. The longer she was inside the estate walls, the more danger she was in. Hit, scatter, and run. Even as a child it would have been drilled into her.

  The moment he sensed she was on the move, he cleared the fence in the exact same spot she had. He hadn't cased the place so it was the only safe spot to go over when he was landing blind on the other side. He landed in a crouch, just in the shadows of the hedges on the other side, automatically calming the guard dog with his mind. He took a cautious look around.

  The rolling lawns were well manicured, and flowers and plants were grouped in a small area complete with fountains and statues, giving the appearance of a small private park. The house was enormous, two stories with numerous balconies and lots of brick and fancy, scrolled wrought iron. The house even boasted a jutting tower.

  "Flame, what are you up to?" He whispered the words to himself, thinking of her as Flame rather than Iris. It didn't look like a rendezvous with a wealthy businessman. He ignored the out of character possessive feeling that churned in his gut as his gaze pierced the night to find her.

  He caught a glimpse of her near the thick vines growing up the side of the house. She moved with stealth, knees bent, carefully placing each foot as she skirted the huge windows. She turned her head suddenly and looked right at him.

  Someone was following her and he was damned good at it. Flame hadn't spotted him, but her heightened awareness told her she wasn't alone. And that meant he was a professional. She waited, flattened against the wall, her breath slow and even, her body perfectly still. He was there, close, somewhere inside the estate walls. And the dog hadn't given a warning.

  Her heart lurched. She had cased the area many times and if anyone went near the brick wall, the dog roared a challenge. It was always on the alert, well-trained and eager to ferret out any intruder. She should leave, wait for another night, but she had run out of time. She had to pull off the job tonight in order to meet the deadline. Who else could control a dog that ferocious? She was keeping it from giving away her presence with little effort, but if someone else was also manipulating the dog, that meant they could take control of it.

  She swore under her breath. Whitney had found her. It had to be that. She knew she couldn't run forever. The story in the newspaper about a sanitarium out in the bayou burning to the ground had drawn her. It was exactly the type of situation she knew better than to pursue. If Peter Whitney or some covert branch of the government he was connected to was looking for her, they would know she wouldn't be able to resist hunting information. The moment she realized the trail led back to the Whitney estate, she should have gotten out. She'd gotten involved with some of the locals, the way she always did, and she'd stayed much too long.

  Had they sent an assassin? The fire in the sanitarium had been a hit, plain and simple. The Whitney Trust had wanted to cover up the fact that genetic and psychic experiments had been done o
n babies. Damn Whitney and his government contacts. It wasn't all that hard to create accidents and make people disappear, especially girls who were considered unbalanced or different.

  Anger smoldered and that was bad. The ground shifted slightly, a minor seismic anomaly. Flame took a deep breath and let it out slowly to calm herself. That wouldn't help matters. The dog whined off to her left, sensing the small shift beneath the ground. She quieted the animal with a touch of her mind as she weighed her chances. They would send someone well trained after her, someone with at least equal the skills they would assume she possessed. Chances were better than good that they would underestimate her. And chances were better than good Whitney would want her alive.

  She'd hacked into Whitney's secret files and destroyed what she'd found on her training and had even managed to destroy some of the files on the other girls after first copying them. Whitney had an impressive empire and his contacts within the government ran deep. There was no doubt in her mind he would eventually send an assassination squad to get rid of the evidence if he couldn't bring her in--and she wasn't going back alive. The fire in the sanitarium was proof she was right. She'd read about Whitney's death, a murder with no body and she doubted the truth of it. He was a monster, pure and simple, and he would do anything to cover up his crimes.

  Flame tapped her finger against her thigh while she worked out her next move. She could play cat and mouse with the hunter, but she couldn't afford one screwup. Using every sense she had, she once again attempted to locate the shadow. Absolute stillness came back to her. Not even a scent. She wanted to doubt the shrieking alarm bells in her head, but she knew, knew, someone was on to her. Then it hit her--the dog. She reached for the animal, trying to connect enough to get the impression of where the other intruder was. The dog would know and if she could get it out of the animal's mind, she'd be in a much better position.

 

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