Krewe of Hunters The Unseen by Heather Graham Read Free Book Online

it!”
    “You’re an old whore already, Rose,” he said. “I want it, and I’ll get it.”
    “I
    will
    never give it to you!”
    He didn’t respond. Instead, he wrenched her to him again; his fingers curled around her neck. He squeezed his hands together; he shook her hard. She grabbed desperately at his arms, trying to break his hold on her.
    “Please,
    Matt!”
    “I’ll kill you, and I’ll rip this place to shreds—and find it.”
    “Please!”
    That one word escaped her lips, more breath than word, as her face became red and mottled and she began to f lail at him helplessly. Kelsey was so horrified by the vision that she ran to the man and woman, but of course they weren’t there, not in this time and space. As she reached them, the woman went limp, and the man picked her up and tossed her onto the bed as if she were refuse.
    Then they both disappeared.
    Kelsey blinked. She wanted to cry for the woman who seemed to have fallen in love so foolishly, been abused and then murdered. There’d been no future for her; she had died still a beauty.
    What was the it they’d been talking about?
    However, that wasn’t a concern right now.
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    She hurried out of the room, curious about the meeting her superior had insisted she attend.
    She found herself remembering the bird on the window ledge that morning and, once again, couldn’t shake the strange feeling it had given her.
    She was about to meet men named Crow and Raintree.
    She wondered if this meeting had something to do with the Bureau of Indian Affairs.
    And yet, somehow, she had the feeling it didn’t.
    She suspected it would have to do with her so-called
    “special” abilities. Abilities she usually kept to herself, but in the recent situation…
    In all honesty, she knew why she’d been called.
    This had to be connected to the body she’d found three weeks ago in Key West. That was when Archie had really begun to look at her strangely.
    Body? No…she hadn’t actually discovered a body.
    Just bones. Broken and disarticulated bones. They might’ve all wound up in the garbage heap or a landfill if the trucks had come through a few more times. But Kelsey had seen the woman standing there, sobbing over the heap.
    And when she’d looked again, there had been no woman, but…
    But there’d been the bones.
    Logan shook his head, staring at Jackson Crow. “I don’t understand.”
    “Don’t understand what? The gravity of the situation?” Crow inquired.
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    FBI will accomplish that various law enforcement agencies working together won’t,” Logan said. “I don’t believe a ghost killed her.”
    “I don’t, either,” Jackson said. “There are two possibilities, and since you’re a Texan, I should think either one would bother you. One, a killer is dressing up as a Texas hero to attack innocent women.”
    “Or?”
    “Dead Texas heroes remain…heroes. They’re still trying to save the lives of others, and warn them away. Because they recognize a killer when they see one.” Logan wanted to argue with him; he even raised a hand to do so, but didn’t find the right words. He was suddenly reminded of the very strange experience with the birds that morning.
    Strange, but certainly natural. A physical phenomenon.
    And, of course, he knew that things could happen, things that didn’t always fall into the realm of natural physical phe-nomena.
    “You don’t have to answer me now. My people are working on it. But,” Crow added wryly, “we’re being stretched far too thin.”
    “I’m glad you’re not expecting an answer yet,” Logan said. “Because if you were, I’d have to say no.” Crow shrugged. “We don’t expect anyone to just say,
    ‘Hey, I’ll jump on it.’ But I’ve studied law enforcement profiles, and