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what I can do. Behind the glasses, he was studying me intently—perhaps hoping
to figure me out if he stared long enough.
    Yeah. Good luck
with that. My lips quirked up briefly and I met his gaze unflinching. “I just
have one of those faces, I guess,” I spoke in a light tone. “People never seem
to notice me. Even when I’m right in front of them.”
    “And yet you’re
completely visible to a video camera. How does that work?”
    Raising an
eyebrow, I jangled the cuffs and said, “I’m pretty sure that’s what your bosses
are hoping to figure out.”
    The young man
huffed out a surprised laugh. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right. Though it might be
easier for you to just tell us how you managed to slip past several guards and
stay hidden for so long. You’ve been here for days!” The older guard frowned at
the obvious awe in his fellow guard’s voice, but didn’t speak up.
    “What can I call
you?” I queried. “I know you’ve probably been told not to give me your real
names, but I would like to call you something.”
    As I expected, the
younger looked to the older before answering. “You can call me Red, that’s what
most call me anyway.” Red indicated his partner. “Call him Butch.”
    Red and Butch. Not
what I was expecting, but at least it gave me names to use. “Why are you called
Red?” I asked curiously. It obviously wasn’t for his hair. Even under the hat
he wore I could see his hair was such a dark brown that it almost appeared
black.
    Now he hesitated.
Personal stories may be too much. “Forget I asked,” I backed out graciously,
raising my right hand as much as I could in a dismissive wave.
    He nodded, and
shot me a quick look that seemed almost grateful. Strange. Definitely not an
emotion I was accustomed to having directed at me. Red carried himself like a
soldier. Standing straight, shoulders back, and legs slightly apart. Relaxed,
yet ready for action. And armed to the teeth if it came down to it. Both men
carried several handguns and a larger gun across their backs. In addition they
each had wicked looking combat knives strapped to their thighs. Could this be
some sort of black ops government facility? They certainly have the tech for
it.
    “What do we call
you?” Butch asked suddenly. His voice was gruffer than Red’s, and the question
seemed almost torn out against his will. Red perked up, obviously wanting to
know my response.
    To them, I would
not give my true name. But the name Kindred did not fit for them either.
Perhaps a name Jason had once given me. One he spoke to my former master only
once, but Trevor Mason seemed to like it. It also seemed fitting for the
situation.
    “You can call me, ‘The
Ghost’.”

TEN
    Sam

 
 
    Sitting on the
swing was relaxing. I could look over the small pond, watch the horses graze,
and believe things could turn out just fine. The thought of Kindred being lost
forever did not faze me. I would be just as happy to never hear from him again.
However, there is no way I am going to accept losing my brother. Or allow
Kindred to keep me from him.
    Soft footsteps
approached, nearly silent on the grassy path. The sound pulled me from my thoughts.
“Hannah. Do you need something?” I asked without looking up.
    The girl is in
love with my brother. It only makes sense that she would be the one to come out
to see what I found out. “A piece of the tranquility this area has to offer,”
she murmured. “I can see you are taking advantage already.”
    “Trying,” I
agreed. “Not succeeding very well, though. How are things up at the house?”
    She sank onto the
bench next to me and stared over the peaceful country scene. “Alice and Mark
are trying to figure out how they can use their positions to find out more
information about the people who took Jason. Tessa… well, I think she’s a bit
overwhelmed.”
    Snorting, I asked,
“Why? Because several people she doesn’t know came to stay at her house while
trying to rescue a kidnapped