Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 133531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 668(@200wpm)___ 534(@250wpm)___ 445(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 668(@200wpm)___ 534(@250wpm)___ 445(@300wpm)
“We’ll have to find him before the cops do,” Kane said. “He’s off the street again.”
“Who do we have watching over Rory?” Mack asked.
“Our cameras are installed,” Javier said. “We aren’t taking chances that she’d spot any of us. She’s got too good of a memory. Once she sees someone, she isn’t going to forget that face, especially now.”
Gideon had been afraid to send his little sparrow to spy. Rory was that good.
“Westlake must suspect that she’s part of Harvey’s ring,” Jaimie said. “Otherwise, he wouldn’t be keeping such a close watch on her. He was really pissed that he lost track of her on the street. He sent patrolmen looking for signs of her.”
“The fact that she managed to elude him will only have him looking at her harder,” Ethan pointed out.
“That’s true,” Rhianna agreed. “He’s a hothead too. I watched him chase after her when he got out of the car. His face was red. He had his fists clenched. He was angry with teenage boys in his way. I think he would have hit them if it weren’t for his partner being right there.”
“The excuse of losing Ramsey only goes so far,” Mack said. “We’ve all lost people we care about. He knows where Rory lives. He could take her down to the precinct anytime and question her if he wasn’t happy with the answers she gave him. I didn’t think the way he reacted made much sense. No one is making sense, and you know how I don’t like anything that isn’t logical.” He turned his head to glare at Jaimie.
She exchanged a look with Rhianna, and they both burst out laughing, breaking the tension in the room.
Gideon didn’t blame Mack. He had a point. Rory was a GhostWalker, yet she had no memories of being one. Gideon hadn’t known she was one when most GhostWalkers recognized one another. Very wealthy criminals had taken apartments in a lower-rent neighborhood, meeting together when they never did. Those men were turning up dead. Harvey should have left San Francisco, or at least gone into hiding, but instead, he was following Rory around. Cops were being killed. No one had any idea why.
“We aren’t getting anywhere,” Mack reiterated. “Let’s call it a night. We’ll keep surveillance on Rory, and if we see Harvey, pick him up and bring him to the interrogation room. Gideon, when you feel like the time is right to have an open talk with Rory, do it. Don’t wait too long. My gut says this has some urgency to it.”
Gideon’s gut was saying the same thing. He nodded. “Thanks, everyone. I appreciate the input.”
He was up and moving before the others, waving at Jaimie and Mack, and taking the stairs when he knew he should have taken the elevator. His body was nowhere near healed. The bullets had made a few decent-sized holes in his body. Paul had saved his life. There was no getting around that fact. He wouldn’t have lived without the man working one of his miracles.
Once out on the street, Gideon could breathe easier. He had never liked being cooped up. The feeling seemed to be getting worse, especially since he’d been wounded. Or was he inadvertently sharing Rory’s emotions? They seemed to touch minds and then bounce off one another, pushing each other away.
As he walked along the sidewalk, he deliberately tried to connect with her. He was a strong telepath. He knew the way to her mind. He traced his way carefully, meticulously, building the images in his head. He needed to know she was safe in her apartment, locked in and asleep after working her shift.
He should have gone straight to Mack and his team once he knew Rory was a GhostWalker, but he’d waited, processing, considering what to do. Knowing whatever he did, the odds were more than good that he would lose her. Now, he worried she was in more trouble than he’d first thought. With every step he took, the feelings of urgency and fear increased. His? Hers?
Gideon made it to his building, put the security code into the panel and hurried inside. He wanted to be in the Eagle’s Nest, where he could breathe. Where he could see and hear. Where he felt he had a direct line to Rory. He knew she had left work and, from the security cameras along the street, gotten home safely. There were no sightings of Harvey, but two undercover cops had been in the bar, and two others had followed her home. She hadn’t acted as though she’d spotted them. He wasn’t certain he believed she hadn’t.
Once he was on the rooftop, Gideon faced the building where Rory rented an apartment on the third floor. She loved her rooftop for the same reasons he did, and often fell asleep there. He wasn’t certain that was a good idea. The nights in San Francisco could get cold and damp, and with her lungs being compromised, he knew it wasn’t healthy for her to sleep outdoors. She had to know it as well, so why did she do it?