Murder Game (27 page)

“What did you give my wife?”

Kadan glanced down at the sleeping woman. She looked very fragile, her pale face covered with bruises and her mouth swollen. She’d probably have a few more bruises where Kadan had slammed into her.

“She’ll wake up in a few minutes, before we get to the house,” Kadan assured him. “A little headache maybe and very thirsty, but she’ll be fine.” He reached over and sliced the tape binding Sharon’s wrists. Her skin was swollen and raw.

“Who sent you?”

“Tansy.”

That surprised Meadows. He blinked, but kept the same expression. He looked the way Kadan had seen so many in his position look before. Superior. Waiting to take charge. Angry at the loss of control.

Kadan fished in the small pack at his belt and came out with a small tube of salve. He tossed it to Don. “Put that on your wife’s wrists. It should help.” He kept his eyes on the man’s face. “You have some psychic ability, don’t you?”

Ryland and Nico both turned to look at Don. Even Gator took his eyes off the faint ribbon of a creek bed he was following to look in the rearview mirror.

For one moment Don’s eyes went hard and sharp, then he frowned and shook his head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

So it was going to be like that. Kadan kept his sigh to himself. It was no surprise, but he’d hoped for a different outcome. He shrugged his shoulders and kept silent as they bounced through the canyon toward their destination.

CHAPTER 11

Ian McGillicuddy was very tall and heavily muscled, with chestnut hair that gleamed red when the sun hit it. His dark brown eyes were very intense, and as big as he was, Tansy could have found him intimidating, but his infectious smile kept that from happening. He was very gentle and polite with her at all times, even when she was pacing, probably driving him crazy.

Tucker Addison was nearly as tall as Ian, with rich, dark skin, muscles that rippled every time he moved, cool brown eyes that seemed to see everything, an engaging smile, and close, military-cropped hair that didn’t hide the springy curls Ian teased him relentlessly about. He seemed very patient and calm, although he often would shoot Ian with rubber bands for some teasing remark.

Tansy liked both men, but it didn’t help make the time go by faster. A feeling of dread built, and several times she found herself reaching for Kadan, only to find—nothing. Intellectually she knew she couldn’t reach over distance, but that didn’t make the fear subside. She probably asked Tucker a thousand times if they’d heard anything, and he was always gentle and patient with his answer.

After a while she couldn’t take the compassion in their eyes and went into the kitchen on a pretext of making tea. Tucker followed her into the room and perched on the table, folding his big arms across his impressive chest and regarding her with his ever present calm.

“The hardest part of any mission, even when you’re the one participating in the action, is the wait. You learn, over time, that everything takes longer than you want it to, to sleep whenever you can, and above all, to not play the odds in your head. You just live in the moment. Action, no action, it’s all good. Right now, we need to be living in our moment and let them have theirs.”

Tansy filled the kettle. “You can really do that? You don’t worry about them? Or yourself when you’re going into combat?”

He flashed her a smile, and there was a dangerous edge she hadn’t seen before. “No, ma’am, I don’t worry so much. It’s not going to get me much but lines on my face. I can’t change what’s happening to them. Anything our imagination conjures up is probably worse than what’s actually going on.” He waited until she looked up at him, pausing in the act of putting tea in a small teapot. “I have faith in them. In Rye and Kadan and Nico and Gator. I believe in them. They’ll do what they say they will do.”

She let out her breath and tried to calm her chaotic mind. “They aren’t invincible.”

His smile widened. “Sure they are. That’s where you go wrong in your thinking. You have to believe in them. There is no other outcome than success—total success. Once you believe, you don’t spend all your time tied up in knots.”

“I let him go to get my parents. It’s wrong to trade one person’s life for another, as if he’s not as valuable. I should have just gone myself.”

“You know better than that. Kadan’s trained for this work. It’s what he does and who he is. He’ll go out over and over on missions, Tansy. You have to be okay with that.”

“Why does he do it? Why do you do it?”

His white teeth flashed at her. “Why does anyone do anything? We’re good at it. We’re
very
good at it. He’ll bring your parents back to you.”

She ducked her head. “I don’t want anything to happen to him.”

He drew in his breath sharply. “You’re worried for Kadan?” His smile widened. “Man, I’m slow.” He slapped his forehead. “All this time I was thinking you had this moral issue going, or that you were all concerned about your parents . . .”

She scowled at him. “I am concerned for my parents.”

“It’s Kadan. You’re all worried about our boy Kadan.” Tucker raised his voice. “Ian. Get in here. You have to hear this.”

She put her hands on her hips. “You’re having way too much fun. I’m not talking to you anymore.”

Ian stuck his head in. “What’s up?”

“Our girl here is all worried over Kadan. She thinks he might fall down and skin his knee.”

Ian hooted. “You’re nervous because of Kadan? All that pacing is over that big badass?” The two men exchanged a long look and then burst out laughing. “Honey-girl, you have no reason to think that man is going to get hurt. Feel sorry for the other guy.”

“Keep laughing, you hyenas,” Tansy sniffed. “I’m not making either of you tea.”

“Come on, now,” Tucker said. “You can’t blame us for laughing. Kadan’s like the hound from hell.”

Ian nodded. “The devil himself.”

She made a face at them. “You’re both awful. You know you don’t have to stay with me. I can look after myself.”

She’d been considering trying to put some more pieces of the murder puzzles together, but she needed to be alone to do it. She was certain Kadan hadn’t told his friends anything. They were suspects, although Kadan didn’t suspect them for one moment. She couldn’t imagine that she wouldn’t have some reaction even through her gloves if they were serial killers, but one never knew. She placed a mug of tea in front of each of them.

Tucker drew back, looking at it as if it might bite him. “Ma’am?”

“You’re supposed to drink it.”

Tucker exchanged another long look with Ian before delicately picking up the mug as if it might bite him.

“You too,” Tansy demanded when she caught Ian smirking at his partner. “It’s good for you. I carry a special blend in my backpack. It will soothe your nerves.”

Tucker screwed up his face. “I have nerves of steel. I don’t need this sh . . .
stuff
.”

“Maybe we can find some whiskey to dump in it,” Ian suggested, staring down at the brew with evident apprehension.

She was fairly certain their outrageous reactions to a cup of tea were meant to distract her, and she let them, teasing both men about being such babies.

“Are either of you married?”

“Nope,” Ian said. “Women just don’t appreciate my particular charm.”

Tucker shook his head. “Got no problem with the charm, but they’re too danged high-maintenance for me.” He winked at her. “Course now that Kadan’s taking the plunge . . .”

Her head went up. “What do you mean he’s taking the plunge?” It would be just her luck that Kadan would be engaged. The moment the thought entered her head, she realized just how much the possibility of her parents betraying her with Whitney really had shaken her. She’d been in Kadan’s head numerous times. There was no doubt his feelings, confused though they might be, were still genuine, still raw and strong and true. He couldn’t fake that; no one was that good. She would have known.

Tucker hooted again and slapped his thigh. He even took a healthy swallow of tea.

Ian nearly spewed his. “Getting married. Hitched. The old ball and chain.”

“Are you implying that Kadan’s getting married to someone? Just who would that be?” She knew now; how could she not? It was so like Kadan to tell everyone but her.

“You, of course,” Tucker said.

She noticed his eyes had gone cool and watchful, as if he was waiting for a sign from her that she wouldn’t let his buddy down.

“He told us you were his fiancée and he planned on snapping you up the moment this is all over. Said he’d do it before, but he couldn’t chance the paperwork.”

“He said that, did he?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“How odd that he forgot to say it to me.”

Tucker shrugged his massive shoulders. “Not so odd when you might rip his heart out. He’d be smarter to just get the deed done before you think too much on it.”

Yeah, that sounded like Kadan, although it surprised her that Tucker could see into his soul like that. But then Tucker was an interesting man. All of Kadan’s friends were. She felt a little guilty making small talk and waiting for them to leave the room so she could wash up, but she was leaving these men to guard her parents while she went off hunting a killer. She had to be absolutely certain she wasn’t leaving the killer with the people she loved. She filled the sink with soapy water, carefully watching the door until they were gone, before peeling off her gloves.

Tansy sank into a chair and studied Tucker’s mug from every angle before cupping her hands around it, palms not quite touching, hoping she wouldn’t have to actually touch the thing to gain impressions. She closed her eyes, allowing the energy to wash over and through her. He’d been lying to her—he was worried about Kadan and the others and wished he was there, guarding their backs. He was very uneasy that he wasn’t with his team, at his usual place, watching over them, protecting them in the middle of a firefight. He worried that Kadan might be in over his head with her.

She had an immediate impression of strong loyalty; this was a man who stood by those he loved, his friends, and was honor bound and very patriotic. Flashes of his past ran through his mind, missions that had gone sour. The Congo. Colombia. She saw images of Kadan, streaked with blood, crashing through a door, face grim, guns blazing, shouting hoarsely. Smoke curled around them, thick and dark. Tucker, a man draped over his shoulder, ran through a gauntlet of flames and gunfire while Kadan and Nico, providing covering fire, ran on either side of him. Ryland led the way, automatic stuttering, and behind Tucker and the wounded man were Gator and two others she didn’t recognize.

Tucker wasn’t a serial killer, and she didn’t need to know anything more about his past. She forced her hands away from the energy field and curled her fingers in her lap, waiting for her mind to clear. The familiar throbbing at her temples warned her she’d been using her gift too often and too close together, but, although she was certain she would find that Ian wasn’t any more guilty of murder than Tucker, for her parents’ sake, she had to be certain.

She took another deep breath, blew on her palms, and leaned forward to surround Ian’s empty mug. His energy was fainter than Tucker’s, and for a moment her heart jumped, afraid she might have to actually grasp the mug. That would plunge her in far deeper than she wanted to go. She inched her palms closer, until she was a hairs-breadth away. Then she was in the wave of energy, and impressions raced into her mind.

Like Tucker, Ian was worried about his unit, particularly Kadan. The man rarely shared personal information, and Ian was certain a lot more was going on than Kadan was telling them. Ian didn’t like the fact that he’d never heard of Tansy and that he had the feeling she was one of the “lost” girls; that was bad news because it would mean Whitney would be hunting her.

That sent a shiver down her spine. She forced herself deeper into the impression, wanting to get it over with. He wasn’t a killer, but he’d certainly killed. There was Kadan again, this time dressed in jungle combat gear. The team was sitting, buried to their noses in mud, down in a swamp with alligators and snakes, barely breathing, sharing telepathic communication that Kadan and Ryland seemed to maintain together for the rest of the men. Saw grass waved above their heads, but even so, they each used a straw to breathe through the mud and few inches of water above their heads.

Ian’s disgust was strong. He glared at Gator, who kept poking him.
You say alligator one more time, I’m gonna feed your body, piece by piece, to one.
There was no real malice in the words; she could even detect affection.

She had the impression of others moving around them, nearly stepping on them. No one moved, everyone stayed quiet, even Ian, when Gator made a swimming motion through the mud with one hand like an alligator, right toward Ian’s belly.

That’s it, Rye, I’m doing it. I’m gonna cut his throat and leave him here.

Grim amusement swept the circle.
Yeah and you can answer to Flame. She’ll eat you alive, Ian,
Ryland replied.

Tansy made a note to meet Gator’s wife. The woman seemed able to strike fear in the men when a swamp full of enemies and alligators only made them laugh.

Why is it every time we rescue someone, something goes wrong?
Ian demanded.
From now on, take the missions where we get to kill everyone. We need to be taking down targets, not sitting here in the mud with Gator’s little play pals.

Tansy heard the words, but felt his emotions. He preferred the rescue missions even though nearly every time something did go wrong, and for that reason, he desperately wanted to be with his team, providing cover, watching their backs just as Tucker did. She realized that Tucker had been thinking about a rescue that hadn’t quite gone by the book as well. She took a deep breath and moved her hands away from the cup.

At once she felt the dizziness and headache that accompanied using her gift. She’d been careful not to go too deep, but still she was shaken. She touched her face and found a trickle of blood by her mouth and another along her nose. Just as she was pushing to her feet, Ian rushed in.