Predatory Game (GhostWalkers, #6)(52)

She glided silently across the floor, staying out of the open areas, cautious of triggering any motion alarms. If Whitney was involved in any way, Jesse’s office would have been the prime target, and she moved in that direction.

Are you all right? I don’t like you in there with no backup. I’m going to knock this one out and join you, so give me a minute.

She didn’t want Jess inside, not when she didn’t know what she was dealing with. The place feels empty. I’m tracking to see where he went, but I’ll call your team back first. Stay there, Jess, it’s easier for me.

Because you think the wheelchair slows you down.

Was there a touch of bitterness there? That shocked her. Jess had never sounded like that, never complained. Was he upset because she wanted to protect him?

That’s silly and you know it. I’ve always worked alone and it’s easier to work the way I’ve always done it. He would understand that. A team didn’t take on a new man in the middle of a planned mission, at least not without taking a terrible risk. She was at the office door.

Yeah, someone had tried to gain entry, but it didn’t look as if they’d succeeded. She ran her fingers lightly over the door to check for traps. They went after your office, Jess. Your boy out there might not have known what he was getting into, but he was a diversion. Someone used him to keep us occupied in case they weren’t out of the house before we got home.

Did they get into the office?

I think security held. The codes are intact. I’m entering now, checking for explosives and bugs.

With what?

Saber didn’t answer. She could usually detect a bug, but not explosives, not one hundred percent of the time. Pulses from transmitters and receivers were easy enough for her, and the office appeared clean. She doubted that the intruder had managed to break in.

Your office seems clean but you’ll have to sweep the house. The rest of the rooms are lousy with little listening devices.

You can feel a transmitter? There was excitement in his voice. Respect. Handy talent to have.

And heartbeats. She didn’t know why she told him. Maybe to warn him. To make him back off. Maybe out of fairness, or self-preservation. But she gave him the truth as she picked up the phone. “Red flag,” she said softly into the mouthpiece and then she hung up without further explanation.

Show-off. There was teasing respect in his voice and it warmed her.

His office was a bank of high-tech equipment. The real thing. She knew she was looking at hundreds of thousands of dollars. No way was Jess retired, not with this kind of electronics at his disposal. Most of it wasn’t on the market yet. Nice setup.

Thanks.

I’m going through the rest of the house. Your team should be here in a couple of minutes. She really hated leaving him out there alone and was torn. Whoever had been in the house was gone now, she was sure—well, almost certain—but she had to check anyway in case that tiny margin of error just happened to be in effect.

No. Jess kept his voice calm. I need you out here. Lloyd is coming around. And he’s not very happy. I’m not in a great position here. We wouldn’t want the two of them to get any ideas.

He absolutely didn’t want her in that house alone—not where he couldn’t protect her. He’d already made one mistake in front of her, kicking the gun out of his attacker’s hand, and sooner or later she’d remember that. She had an eye—and memory—for details.

He didn’t mind playing his wheelchair card if that was what it took to get her back to his side. He had no idea if the house was safe. She was still hesitating. You’ll have to help me back into my chair before the others get here. Okay that was low, but it worked, he felt her immediate response. Satisfaction and warmth mingled together. She loved him. She might not want to admit it, but she loved him.

“What are you grinning about?” She asked him suspiciously as she entered the garage. He was sitting on the floor beside his wheelchair, facing Bill, who still eyed him with fear. A few feet away, Lloyd was rolling back and forth and moaning. “You don’t look like you need much help to me.” But she went to him and caught at the back of his belt when he braced himself on the chair.

He hesitated. He was a big man and he didn’t want to take a chance on hurting her, not when he could get into the chair himself. You’re enhanced physically as well as psychically?

She nodded. Enough. I don’t have the muscle strength a lot of the others were given, but enough to help.

“Let my arms take my weight.” Keeping his eyes on Bill, Jess made certain the brakes were locked before lifting himself into the seat. He could feel her pull, her small body brushing up against him as his weight dragged her forward. “Are you stuck?”

“You’re laughing at me.” It took a moment to get her fingers from around his belt. She leaned into him, inhaling his scent. “I think you’re enjoying this.”

“Maybe. It’s been a while since I’ve seen any action.”

She studied his face. “Are you telling me the truth?”

“I’m sitting in a wheelchair, baby, and it’s pretty damn real. They aren’t going to send me out on a mission unless Ken or one of the others carries me on his back.”

She saw him kick the attacker, no question about it, and he was going to have to lie—or explain. Another experiment, another part of him artificial. He was genetically enhanced, physically and psychically. And now he was bionic. There wasn’t all that much left of the real Jess Calhoun. Once she knew the truth, fear would creep in, because he was far more dangerous than she had ever suspected. That wheelchair had been his lure, his bait.