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

I’d like to begin with you and Marshal O’Brien.” He sent Logan a quick smile. “I wasn’t keen on this when it first came up, either. I assumed I was receiving a major demotion. But you’d be astonished by what IN PROCESS EDITION - JAN. 10, 2012
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    can be accomplished when you put the right network of people together.”
    “When you have a good team, yes, it can work exceptionally well. But you don’t really know someone until you’ve met him. Or her. So, you study profiles. What happens if you meet someone you don’t like?” Logan asked.
    “Then I don’t make the offer. Just so you know, I don’t work alone. A man named Adam Harrison started this…
    experiment, shall we say. He had friends, and he identified people around the country who had abilities. Instincts, if you prefer. He put my team together. Adam’s an interesting man, not particularly talented in this area, but he’s developed a sense for people with these uncanny skills. So far, he’s zeroed in perfectly every time.”
    “Adam Harrison. The name’s familiar.”
    “He’s done a great deal of good. He and his team have uncovered many charlatans, and found the truth behind their mist and mirrors. He watches people carefully. He knows who to approach for the Krewe.”
    “I’m not trying to be argumentative,” Logan muttered,
    “but a lot of what you hear about Texans is true. We were our own country for a short while, and we’re still dedicated to being Texans.”
    “Dedication is a good thing. But, like I said, you can think about it. And regardless of what you decide, you’re now apprised of this situation.” Crow indicated the pictures, then got to his feet. “I believe Marshal O’Brien has arrived.” He smiled, glancing at his watch. “Precisely on time.”
    Logan stood, too. He saw a woman coming toward them.
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    He noted first that she had a thick head of auburn hair that fell to her shoulders, and then he went on with his assess-ment. She moved with f luid confidence, and she was tall, about five-ten. Slim and well-built. She wasn’t wearing a badge, but there was a quality about her that spoke of law enforcement. He was pretty certain the bulge on her hip was a Glock.
    As she came nearer, he realized that she had exceptionally fine features and might have graced a model’s runway rather than a crime scene. But before she reached them and offered each man a firm handshake as introductions were exchanged, he could tell that she wasn’t some kind of delicate hothouse f lower. Her walk, her movements, the way she’d looked for them and found them instantly—they all registered authority and determination. Maybe she’d perfected her manner to offset her beauty, which was vivid and startling. When she removed her sunglasses, he saw that she had green eyes, their color almost as deep as a forest.
    He also realized that she was as curious as he had been about the meeting. “Shall we order?” he suggested. “We’re all here now.”
    He lifted his hand to summon their waitress. Crow was polite and friendly as he ordered his meal, and despite the fact that Kelsey O’Brien couldn’t have done more than glance at the menu, she ordered quickly. He did, as well, although he wasn’t hungry. Something about this meeting was causing his stomach to knot.
    Jackson Crow began the new conversation casually.
    “How are you enjoying Texas, Marshal O’Brien?”
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    “Have you been able to see or do much yet?” Crow asked.
    “I’m staying at the Longhorn, a historic saloon. I can see the Alamo from my window. Very poignant, really.”
    “The Longhorn has quite a reputation,” Logan commented. Ridiculous! he told himself. For some reason, he’d just had to