Blind Rage: Team Red, Book 4 by T Hammond Read Free Book Online Page A

Black and White Gala, last November. Dex is pretty observant, like yourself,” I complimented, with an automatic glance over my shoulder. To an observer, it must have looked interesting for me to be looking in the opposite direction my feet were heading, but that was part of the statement we wanted to make. I wasn’t seeing through my eyes, I was seeing through Red’s.
     
    “Incoming,” I warned, ducking to avoid a snowball Russ lobbed at us. It went over my body, hitting Frost in the chest. He stopped dead in his tracks, staring down in surprise at the splash of snow against his jacket. I’m not a woman you’d consider a giggler, but I came pretty close as I watched his face morph with indignation. The glare aimed at his boss was, well, frosty.
     
    “Payback’s a bitch, sir,” he stated, flatly.
     
    Russ laughed, unconcerned he’d been threatened by the steel-eyed man. “I should dock your pay, for being hit in the first place, Frost. Your reflexes are usually faster.”
     
    “Drones indicate nearest hikers, two miles off. Didn’t watch for friendly fire. Won’t make same mistake again, sir.” Frost’s words were abrupt, delivered in a cold, unemotional monotone—he completely ruined the effect when he winked at Red.
     
    As I approached the group, Red glanced up at the men so I could observe their varied facial expressions. Frost was correct, the team wore universally puzzled frowns, with the exception of Dex, who seemed smug. “I knew you weren’t completely blind,” he crowed, waving a hand in front of my face. “I guessed it at the ball.”
     
    “It was a good guess, Dex, but a wrong one,” I told him. “My eyes don’t work, but Red’s do.” I waited for a few heartbeats to see if anyone would follow that thought to the correct conclusion. “Through the mind link I share with Red, not only can we mind-speak, I can see what he sees.”
     
    “Bullshit!” Eddie spat, surprising me with his vehemence. Red turned to focus on him in time for me to see he was tightening something on the tripod before stepping around the camera to join the semi-circle made by the group. The blinking camera light indicated it was still recording.
     
    “There’s one in every crowd,” I laughed, reaching a hand toward Russ, who grumbled as he reached for his wallet, extracting a bill. Red watched the exchange closely, letting me see the twenty dollar note. I love betting on sure things, and so, I had wagered Russ there would be at least one guy on the detail who wouldn’t be convinced by the first demonstration. Not bothering to hide my smug smile of victory, I folded the twenty and slid it into my back pocket.
     
    Realizing the men would need further confirmation, before we left the house, I’d asked them to write a personal message on a piece of paper, which should be folded in their back pockets. Each man, under the watchful eye of the camera, held their page up for only Red to see, and I recited the contents. Dex and Fritz selected a few lines of song lyrics. Frost, in a precise, flowing script, surprisingly, wrote out a soliloquy from Hamlet (surprising, as that book was not one in my library). Jaspar held up a page torn from a Hot Rod magazine, while Eddie presented his six-item shopping list. The demonstration went flawlessly, although I teased Eddie about his terrible handwriting, which made deciphering his list a bit challenging.
     
    In the end, the men agreed it couldn’t be a hoax; then the questions started. Russ filled in some of the blanks when the men appeared to need further explanation, but we got through the basics fairly quickly.
     
    Yes, Red can use mind-speak and mind-sight simultaneously, but he has to concentrate more to do both together. We also made sure the men understood we could typically hold the visual link for ten or fifteen minutes at a time before Red needed a break. There seemed to be no limitation on how long, or often, we could mind-speak, we used it on and off as