Predatory Game (GhostWalkers, #6)(54)

She turned her head to watch Jess roll through the door. He didn’t have even a smear of dirt on him. “You snake. You said the camera didn’t work.” She indicated the photograph on his desk.

“It was the only way to get your picture. Here, let me look at your face. You have a bruise coming up.”

His hands were gentle as he ran them over the delicate bones in her face. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”

“No. But don’t think I didn’t notice that cut on your head from earlier. I know your male pride is very fragile, but it looks worse than my bruise.”

His eyebrow shot up. “Are we in competition?”

“No.” She ducked her head. “You scared me, Jesse. You tackled a killer with a gun.” Her heart had been in her throat and she’d been terrified for him, but she knew enough to choose her words carefully. He was a man who believed men should protect women, and worrying because he was in a wheelchair wouldn’t sit well with him.

“You kicked him.”

“Hey!” Logan’s voice drifted down from the upstairs hall. “Jess, we need you up here.”

“Be right there,” Jess called back and swung his chair around.

Saber swallowed her protest and slid from the desk. “I’ll go with you.” They must have found her field kit. She’d tucked it away safely but maybe not safe enough. It wasn’t the end of the world. He already knew she was a GhostWalker. She’d just have to come up with plausible explanations for some of her equipment.

She went up in the lift, holding his hand, trying to find a way to explain the chemicals in her bag. A small group of men were gathered in her doorway. A faint musky scent warned her it might not be her field bag they’d found. The sudden silence had Jess gliding ahead of her, and between his chair and Logan they blocked the doorway. Jess stiffened and she felt the house vibrate with rage.

Saber avoided Jess’s outstretched arm and pushed past Logan to gain entrance to her room. Horrified, she stared around her. Bile rose, but she pushed it down. To have someone invade her room was such a violation, but to do this…the room stank as if the occupants had had an orgy. Her clothes were slashed to ribbons and every scrap of underwear was thrown around the room, most containing sickening white blobs. The bed had been neatly made, but one of the cleaners had pulled back the covers to find more underwear coated in semen.

Saber pressed her hand to her mouth, shocked to realize she was trembling. She could feel the sympathy in the room, and was grateful the men didn’t look at her. She turned abruptly and stalked out.

“Logan,” Jess began.

“We’re on it. He left enough DNA here to identify an army. This is a sick bastard, Jess, and she’s not safe. If this one is connected in any way to Whitney, he’s gone rogue at this point. Whitney would never condone this. He’s too…scientific. This would be abhorrent to him.”

“Funny where people draw their lines. Sometimes I wonder what the world is coming to.” He paused and looked around at the cleaning crew. “I want this room stripped of anything he may have touched. Separate her fingerprints so nothing goes out but his. I don’t want a flag raised on some remote computer Whitney might be monitoring.”

Logan nodded toward the crew and walked down the hall beside Jess. “Whitney knows she’s here, Jess. I can smell him. She’s in trouble.”

“Yeah. I got that.”

“And she’s gearing up to run. He’s too close to her this time, he’ll nab her.”

“I’m hearing a note in your voice I don’t like, so don’t beat around the bush, spit it out.”

“Unless he planted her.”

Jess thrust on the wheels and took himself into the lift. Logan crammed his body in as well. The doors slid shut and Jess rubbed his temples. “He didn’t plant her.”

“Then how did she manage to find you? You’re the one GhostWalker conducting an investigation into our chain of command. Tell me how she ended up on your doorstep. When you couldn’t find a background on her I told you she was another Chaleen. They’re coming after you because you’re a good guy, and that makes you vulnerable. You think the best of people, especially women.”

“I didn’t think at all around Chaleen, at least not with my brain. They studied me and sent someone programmed to be whatever I wanted. You saw it because you weren’t sleeping with her.” The doors opened and Jess waited for Logan to step out before he shot out of the small space in a fit of temper. “It was stupid, I’ll admit that, but I caught on soon enough.”

“She broke your heart.”

“She didn’t have my heart. She smashed my ego, but my heart was never touched. Saber, on the other hand, definitely could rip the thing right out of my body, so she damned well better not be Whitney’s spy.”

“Could you kill her?” Logan’s voice was low, mild even, but his gaze was cool and steady. “If you had to, to defend yourself, could you kill her?”

Jess remained silent.

“For a moment there, in the club, when she realized she was surrounded by your team, I saw her look at you, Jess. She thought about taking you out right then and there.”

Jess swallowed his first response—denial. Hell yeah, she’d thought about it. He wasn’t certain how she thought she might get away with it, but she’d thought about it. “I know she did,” he admitted. “And she had every right to. Because, if she betrayed me, I’d want to strangle her with my own two hands.”