Street Game by Christine Feehan

Whitney, can figure out how the hell she does it. I have no idea what she’s into or why these men are sniffing around her home now.”
    Gideon’s voice whispered in Mack’s head again. Superman has joined the party. He’s good, Mack. His camouflage is every bit as good as or better than mine. He’s like a damned ghost. I barely caught sight of him. He moved to get a better angle on the two moving around Jaimie’s house. He’s got the mean end of a rifle on them and looks like he knows how to use it.
    Mack looked at Kane over the top of Jaimie’s head, knowing Gideon had sent the information to Kane as well. They had another player in the mix, with no way of knowing if he was a friend or enemy.
    Has he spotted you? Kane asked.
    I don’t think so, but I’m pinned down. If I move to check out the two below, he’s got a clear shot at me.
    Mack turned the information over in his mind. Stay where you are. Javier wouldn’t have left an opening for visitors to come in, and Jaimie’s got this place fully secure. If they break in, we’ll know about it, most likely with a big boom. Keep your eye on Superman. Try to get a good look at him through the scope, but don’t expose yourself. Just watch him.
    “Are you going to let me in on what’s going on?” Jaimie asked.
    “Like you share information with me?” Mack asked and instantly regretted it. “We’re trying to sort it all out. Gideon spotted the two men moving around the first floor, looking for a way in. They were obviously looking for their friends, the ones Javier took out.”
    “I see. Did you tell Gideon not to include me in the broadcast, or did he make that decision all on his own?” She knew Gideon had to be following orders.
    Mack ignored her question. “And then someone else showed up on one of the rooftops and he’s watching them too. We’re fairly certain he isn’t with the others. I think we’ve got two factions here.”
    “Great. You show up, Mack, and my life is instantly turned upside down.” Jaimie swept both hands through her hair, struggling not to cry.
    The insanity had started all over again. And the hurt. As much as she hated it all, she should have been included. She fought to make a life for herself, but now . . . She shook her head. She couldn’t entirely blame Mack, although she wanted to. It would be so much easier to drive a wedge deeper between them, but that was a coward’s way out. She didn’t want to love him. To feel weak inside when he was close. Her body felt out of control, alert and alive around him. Almost desperate, and she wasn’t a desperate woman.
    She was blaming him unfairly for the firestorm she’d brought down on herself. She’d been gathering information against Whitney, but more important, she’d been trying to find out who was supporting him, who was sanctioning his criminal experiments. Hacking into a government site was risky business. She had a high security clearance, but not high enough, not when they were protecting their connections with Whitney. Someone had buried him deep and there were so many layers and red flags, she may have tripped one without knowing it. She hadn’t thought so, but she had no doubt in her mind that if she was found out, they would erase her. She’d gone after them anyway.
    Whitney had taken all their lives. He’d promised to enhance them psychically. He already had conducted experiments on children, which none of them had known. He knew the effects it would have on them, but he’d done it anyway. Worse, he’d altered them genetically as well. And he’d paired them using pheromones, with the idea of breeding the perfect soldier. The man was a maniac and someone had to stop him. Unfortunately he still had powerful friends in high places and he had access to all the money in the world. He could move around from one facility to another and often had military protection where he went.
    She couldn’t blame Mack, as much as she’d like to, and it made her ashamed of