Street Game by Christine Feehan Page A

herself that she’d let him think she believed he’d brought trouble with him. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, he probably had saved her a lot of trouble. She had two escape routes, and may have gotten away, but she had sunk most of her money into her current project, looking to build a future not only for herself but for the others should there be need.
    “I’m sorry, Mack. I shouldn’t have said that. This isn’t your fault and I know it isn’t.” Jaimie sighed and leaned back against the wall. “I had a couple of years to pretend my life was my own. I don’t know who these men are. As far as I know, I haven’t had anyone watching me until Gideon discovered the room across the way. And I have to tell you, no one has ever managed to surprise me, so either he just set up there, or I’m losing my abilities.”
    “The room had been lived in for a time, Jaimie.”
    She bit her lower lip and looked away from him, for the first time very shaken. If her radar system was faulty, she was in real trouble. She’d always been able to detect danger. She knew where the enemy was and became aware of anyone stalking them. Even snipers would have a difficult time targeting her. If that was no longer true, there was no place she was safe.
    “What does Gideon say?” She knew Gideon was always their eyes. The man was an eagle, a ghost, and a phenomenal shot all rolled into one.
    “He calls the man Superman. Says this Superman has the same attributes as he does. Do you have trouble detecting Gideon? Maybe it’s something in his makeup.”
    She frowned. “I don’t know. Gideon’s never hunted me. At least not to my knowledge. He’s always been with the rest of you.”
    “Do your thing, Jaimie,” Kane suggested. “Tell us where they all are. Everyone you can detect.”
    Her brows drew together. It was a gift they all wished they had, to be able to detect the enemy’s exact position. She was never certain exactly how she did it, her mind just expanded and she felt the energy, dark, sometimes malevolent, but always strong. They all wanted to know how she did it, but there was no real explanation. They thought she was stubborn, and maybe she’d become stubborn, sick of what they wanted from her.
    She closed her eyes, inhaled to clear her mind and let go, seeking outside of herself to find those hunting her. She felt the ocean first, the surge of power that connected with her almost immediately, heightening her senses and expanding her range. She felt the two men moving around the corner of her warehouse, staying low as they carefully examined the building for weaknesses in security.
    She felt their heartbeats, the adrenaline in their systems. She felt the breath moving through their bodies. Anger. Fear. Puzzlement. She could almost read their thoughts, but the body chemistry was enough to know they were enemies. She forced herself past them to encompass the street and buildings running alongside her warehouse.
    A man huddled on the steps of the building to the right of her. His mind was a haze, a blur of no thinking, just shivering. He was cold and wanted more alcohol, but was oblivious to anyone else. Up the street a group of a four partied together. Drugs raced through their systems, not adrenaline. She examined the rooftops. She knew Gideon was up there somewhere along with the one they called Superman, yet she couldn’t find either of them.
    She opened her eyes and looked at Mack. “I don’t know how long I’ve been under surveillance. He has to be a GhostWalker. I can’t detect Gideon either.”
    “But you can detect both of us?” Mack asked.
    She nodded. “And the two outside moving around the first floor, looking for a way in.”
    “But not Gideon or the other man?”
    She shook her head. “That’s never happened before, Mack. Not once. Not in all the times I trained. What’s different about Gideon?”
    “I don’t know, but I don’t want you saying anything. We’ll need to protect that