Hide'n Go Seek by Dale Mayer Read Free Book Online

either. If it hadn't been for Stefan, Grant might have missed the signs telling him to look deeper. Only Stefan had told him. With that tidbit, he'd taken a deeper look using the techniques Stefan had taught him, he'd seen something that made him and his baby skills pause. Energy flowed around her like a breeze. Lavender and teal colored energy.

    Grant started his truck, waiting until Stan finished buckling his seatbelt.

    "So what did you think?" Stan asked.

    "I'm not sure. It feels ugly."

    "Horrible letter."

    "Does she not have a partner?" Grant glanced curiously over at Stan, who grimaced back. He didn't want to let on just how badly he needed to hear this answer.

    "She's a loner most of the time now. Her last long term relationship was years ago, the guy turned out to be a greedy son of a bitch. She dated for a while but nothing serious. Then something went wrong on a site in Mexico. She's been locked emotionally ever since. She won't date or socialize. Hell, she won't even have coffee with the regulars at the center anymore. Just hides away in the offices."

    Grant shot a quick glance Stan's way. "Hmmm."

    "Oh no. Don't think she's involved in this. There's no way." Stan stuck his chin out. "I'd stake my life on that. Kali lives to serve."

    Grant pulled the vehicle onto the main road. "I didn't say she was. However, someone wants her involved - willing or not."

    "We don't know that yet. I'm hoping this is a hoax."

    "Time will tell."

    From the corner of his eye, he could see Stan settle deeper into his seat with a heavy sigh. Grant frowned. How old was Stan now? Grant tried to remember what he knew of his father's old friend. He had to be mid-sixties at least. Could even be a decade older.

    It had been a while since they'd spoken. What a way to reconnect. Kali Jordan.

    He grinned. So she did remember him. And from her reaction he knew she’d felt something. Dare he hope she'd felt the same tug he had?

    Finally - it was the right time.

CHAPTER FIVE

     
    S leep wouldn't come. She’d gotten up once already to double check the locks on every window and door in the house. Shiloh whined softly. Kali stroked the dog’s head, helping them both to relax. Glancing at the clock, she wondered if it was too late to call Brad. Her best friend had been in and out of the town on various jobs these last few days. She didn't want to burden him with this nightmare, but she really wanted to talk to him. Giving into impulse, she dialed his number.

    "Hello." The cool voice of Brad's wife always made Kali wince. Susan was iced wine, Kali was beer. Susan was a first class traveler in life, and Kali could always be found in the back with the dogs. Susan was grace, poise and perfectly turned out. Kali was jeans, tee-shirts, and hair pulled back in with hair scrunchie to stop it from bugging her. Sure, Kali cleaned up nice for special occasions, but she didn't start each and every day as if cameras would be following her. Caviar to hot dogs.

    "Susan, it's Kali. Is Brad there? I need to speak with him."

    There it was. That awkward drawn-out silence whenever she called lately. Kali tried to shake off the icy disdain directed her way but damn it was getting old. The two women used to be friends. Somewhere, somehow this last year that had all changed. Whether it was from Brad's extended drinking binges, Susan's wish for him to leave the industry or something else, Kali didn't know. At one time she'd tried to find out. The icy wall had been in place ever since.

    At the continued silence, Kali double checked the clock. Ten at night wasn't late, was it? "Susan?"

    "He's not here, sorry."

    Click.

    What the hell?

    Kali stared at the phone. Now she really wouldn't be able to sleep. What a bitch. Allowing herself a moment to mentally vent, she then pushed Susan firmly from her mind, focusing instead on Stan's visit and his FBI buddy. Could anyone just pick up the phone and call the FBI? And she couldn't even begin to sort through the