Murder Game (GhostWalkers #7)(98)
Author: Christine Feehan

In answer, Frog started the boat and took off over the waves to open water. They passed a small fishing boat just a few miles offshore and Frog killed the engine. Without a word he stripped off his shirt and tossed his shoes aside. He waited for Kadan to do the same before he started the boat again and began angling it back toward a small inlet.

He slowed the boat considerably, weaving through the water as if going through a minefield. Kadan glanced into the water and his gut tightened. A small colony of the dead stared back at him. This was Frog’s own private play-ground. Frog stopped the boat, reached into a cooler, and swung around.

Kadan was on him before he could complete the turn, catching the wrist of the hand with the small needle protruding through his fingers. “What’s wrong, Frogman? You have to drug me to beat me? I’m not one of your civilians who trust you.”

“Who are you?” Frog demanded.

Kadan held him close. “The executioner.” The knife concealed in his other hand came up, sweeping across Frog’s throat, cutting deep. He shoved the body face-first into the sea, right over the top of the man’s victims as they stared upward just inches from the surface of the water. Kadan wiped the knife clean, slipped it into the sheath, retrieved his shirt, and tied his shoes around his neck before going into the water. The fishing boat picked him up. Nico gave him a hand into the boat.

“At least seven victims in the water. We need a cleaner in here fast,” Kadan said.

“I already radioed them,” Nico answered.

“One down,” Kadan announced.

Kadan lifted binoculars to his eyes and stared down at the woman walking out of the bar, her legs showing to their best advantage in a short tight skirt and high heels. She had a sway that said she was on the prowl and a body that promised heaven. Her husband, Ken Norton, stood a foot away from him, a scowl on his scarred face as he watched his wife open the door to a sleek little low-slung car.

“He took the bait,” a voice droned into the radio.

That would be Jack, Ken’s twin brother. Both men were GhostWalkers from the SEAL team and lethal with or without a weapon. Both were protective and possessive, and Kadan couldn’t believe his ears when Ken announced that his wife, Marigold, was going to lure the Italian Stallion out into the open for them.

A very handsome man, large and well muscled, followed Mari from the bar, gliding across the parking lot fast, coming up on her from behind. He grabbed her arm and swung her around, slamming her against the car door, shoving his knee between her legs. “You bitch, you can’t embarrass me like that and just walk away. You were flirting with me. You’re nothing but a rich bitch cocktease.”

Kadan felt the sudden tension in all the men. Ken’s face hardened, but he didn’t break cover. The rifle went to his shoulder in a smooth, practiced motion, and Ken never missed.

Marigold leaned back against the car and smiled lazily up at the Stallion, one hand barely lifting off the top of the vehicle to signal the GhostWalkers to stand down. It was too public. There were others in the parking lot.

“Hey, lady, you all right?” That was Ian. He looked imposing, carrying himself like a man who knew how to fight and didn’t mind doing it. He began walking toward them.

“Mind your own business,” Stallion snapped, but he stepped back enough to allow Marigold to yank open her door. She fumbled with the keys, dropping her purse, then slammed the car door and roared away.

The Stallion picked up her purse, flipped Ian off, and unhurriedly sauntered to his car, whistling. He got in and sat for a moment, looking through Mari’s purse. “Yeah, rich bitch, you’re going to get a visit from a real man tonight.” The bug in her purse picked up audio with no problem. He drove out of the parking lot whistling.

“Pull back,” Jack said. “Team Two, he’s heading your way.”

Kadan was already in the SUV, Ken and Jack leaping in from either side.

“I’m taking that ass out,” Mari hissed into her radio.

“You walk away,” Ken instructed, his voice pitched low and firm. “Put the car in the garage just as we planned and walk away. We’ll do the rest.”

“He rammed his knee in my crotch,” Mari bit out between clenched teeth. “He rapes women and then he kills them. I read Flame’s report on this guy. I’m—”

“You’re going to follow the plan,” Ken snapped. “This is a mission and we run it by the numbers, we don’t make it personal. Walk away.”

There was an edge of a threat to his voice now, and Kadan rather admired it. He might have to use that particular tone for his own woman.

Mari muttered something under her breath and Ken shot his twin a small grin. They followed Mari’s car out to the edge of the city. The house had been well scouted, far back from other houses, where no one would hear or see anything. A perfect place for Stallion to spend the night tormenting a woman. He would come calling and he would feel safe.

“I’ll take this one,” Ken said as they watched Mari walk away from the garage and into the trees where Nico waited for her with her rifle.

Kadan shook his head. “I can shield. We don’t want him warned. It really doesn’t matter who kills the son of bitch as long as he’s exterminated. I’ll take him down.”

“That son of bitch put his f**king knee in my wife’s crotch. I’ll cut his heart out.”

“We stick with the plan. I don’t blame you,” Kadan said. “I’d feel the same way, but we stick with the plan.”

Jack nudged Ken. “I’m telling that little hellcat you married that you were going to deviate from the plan and make it personal.”

“You keep getting me in trouble with her, and one of these days you’re going to wake up with your throat cut,” Ken said.

Kadan slipped out of the car shaking his head. He wasn’t the only one with woman problems. He waited in the bedroom where both Mari and Ken wanted to be. There was no moon, and he put on soft light in the living room and a night-light in the bedroom as a tempting beacon. As a further lure, he added music, not too loud, but loud enough that if Stallion came calling, he would think Mari wouldn’t hear him as he entered.

“He didn’t wait long,” Jack said. “He’s driving up without lights, heading around to the back of the house.”

“I’ve got him,” Nico intoned.

“In my sights,” Mari reported.

Kadan waited in silence, the familiar calm taking him. He welcomed the ice that set him apart. No nerves. Much easier than facing Tansy tracking the killers. He preferred this way. Quick, clean. It was done.