G.H.O.S.T. Teams: Book 1 - Magic by Bobby Brimmer Read Free Book Online

you do?” I asked.
    “I scanned his essence,” she said softly.
    I nodded my head a few times as if I understood, and then I started shaking it side to side to make it clear that I had no idea what she was talking about. She gave me a smile that made my knees wobble. It wasn’t intentional, at least I didn’t think it was, Kara was just one of those women who exhaled sexy. And because of that, she had my complete attention.
    “Magic as you might imagine, is not easy to explain. Let me see if I can think of an example you will relate too. When I say essence I mean his life force or Qi if you rather,” she said.
    “Okay, no need to go all kung fu movie on me. I get it. You scanned his life force. Although since he is dead let me ask a follow up question…huh?”
    She smiled, still rolling the ball in her hand as she spoke.
    “Think of your essence as the body’s magical fingerprint. While it does fade after death, it takes time, often days,” she said.
    “Okay, but didn’t you say that the bad guys stripped all of that away?”
    “That was what I thought, yes. My initial examination led me to believe that they had drained him dry. That was why I used such a long and invasive ritual this time. I was searching for even the slightest hint of that essence in the body. Just in case they missed anything,” she stated.
    The little ball in her hand was becoming more and more compact with every revolution. At the moment it looked like nothing more than a purple marble, with the occasional green vein, rolling across her palm. I was hoping that in this case, less was more.
    “So, did you find something?” I asked.
    She looked down at the marble, rolling it even slower up and down her hand. She started to lightly blow across it as she did so, the small green veins flickering slightly as if they were trying to glow. Looking back up at me, a wide smile crossed her face.
    “I believe that there is enough left to tell us something,” she said.
    “Awesome. And what exactly can it tell us?”
    “Think of it like a recorder, life’s hard drive,” she started, “significant events in life or even coming in contact with great powers, will leave a mark.”
    “Like a scar?”
    “Sometimes. But it’s best not to think of the marks as wounds. They are not always the result of an attack,” she said.
    “Okay, so it’s a life memory?”
    “Yes, but only in the broadest sense. Life’s most important moments and encounters often leave a mark. There are no details to these marks, but rather a feeling or sense. I am hoping to get an idea about what killed him,” she said.
    “You mean besides the sword through his heart?” I mocked.
    “While that may have been the instrument used, he was immortal, so that alone should not have killed him,” she replied.
    I nodded and watched as she continued to roll the marble across her hand. She looked down at it, shook it a few times and then cupped it into her palms. Closing her eyes and raising her hands to her mouth, she blew hard, as if she was playing a conch shell. Then opening her hands, tiny motes of purple and green floated into the air in front of her, winking out of existence one at a time. It was like watching a sparkler on Fourth of July, the light dancing out of the center, and fading into nothingness. After a few moments all of the light was gone and she opened her eyes.
    “That’s not good,” she frowned.
    “What’s not good?”
    “Very powerful magic is at play here,” she said.
    She reached over and hit the communications button on the wall, waiting for Freddy to answer.
    “Have you found something?” Freddy asked.
    “Someone siphoned off whatever energy it was that made him immortal. To do something like this would require a very powerful magic user, possibly a sorcerer. We should have Timothy check the database for similar occurrences in the last six months,” she said.
    “Do you have any idea why they did what they did?” Freddy asked.
    “There are