Calliope McKinney has the dubious honor of being a member of one of Mars’ famous First Families, and Psi. But when her position as a member of a prestigious family places Calli in the middle of a fight for the survival of all Psis on Mars, she’ll have to decide where her loyalties lay, and whom to trust, because if she’s not very careful, she could end up dead.
“Dangerous Bait” – Excerpt from DEAD MEN… (Section Psi, Book 4) –
“What are you doing, Calli?” Cade murmured the words into the headset, aware she could hear him, but that she couldn’t respond while the mark was with her.
“Sounds to me like she’s got his number.”
Cade turned toward MCAR Homicide Detective Stefan Theonides, seated next to him in the surveillance flier, and scowled. None of these people got Calli – not like he did. Even the people she worked with; hell, even her own brother, from what he saw of Lance McKinney, didn’t get Calli like Cade did. He knew what drove her, how isolated she felt out here in the real world. It wasn’t that she couldn’t relate, either. She tried harder to be noticed than anyone he ever met. Like now.
Cade swore beneath his breath, wishing he knew more about Martian culture, so he could properly profile how dangerous this creep was. The anxiety that threaded through Calli’s voice told him he probably wouldn’t like the answer.
He heard Calli’s sharp intake of air, and a noise like some kind of weapon being released, and tensed.
“Talk to me, McKinney,” he ordered in an undertone. They’d been unable to set up visuals, in case the perp was watching the park beforehand, and now that lack could put Calli’s life in danger.
“What do you need a shankblade for?” Calli’s voice came through clear, but Cade frowned at the unfamiliar reference. He glanced at the man beside him as Theonides swore beneath his breath.
“A shankblade is a weapon crafted up on Satan’s Tit. It’s a titatone blade, housed in something innocuous-looking, and undetectable to contraband scanners. Usually, the blades are coated in nuerotoxins.”
Cade’s blood froze.
“Calli, get the hell out of there!”
“I think you know,” came the cold voice of their mark, closer than it shoud have been to the microphone. Hell, it sounded like the asshole was breathing in her ear.
“What do you want?” Calli’s snapped response was followed by a rustle of movement that Cade hoped like hell was her moving out of range.
“Why, the Muse, my dear. She will make such an interesting addition to my…collection.”
That tore it! Cade was on his feet, and across the surveillance flier’s bay before he heard another word. He’d just reached the door when a scream reverberated through the vehicle that sent terror slicing through his soul.
Look for the first book of Section Psi, ILLEGAL PURSUIT, coming from Esther Mitchell and Desert Breeze Publishing, soon!