She should never have opened herself up. We could have protected her if she hadn't done that.
We don't know how her radar works. Obviously she had no choice if she wanted to find out the enemy's position. Mack, she's in trouble, we both can see it.
"Tell me what you need for her," Mack said. His gun never wavered. His gut told him Joe Spagnola was there to help Jaimie, not hurt her, but it would take one moment to kill her.
"My medical bag is in the lift."
Kane immediately retrieved the small bag, opened it, and went through it carefully. Joe didn't even glance at him, but had placed his fingertips on Jaimie's head and closed his eyes. Marc was an accomplished medic in the field, working with wounds, but he didn't have the ability to work with brain bleeds. Strokes and even death could follow. The moment the fingers locked onto her skull, Jaimie's facial expression turned to a frown, and her body became restless beneath the thin sheet.
"She has leaking blood in several spots, although none appear too bad. No big clots."
"Can you stop it?" Mack asked. Do you think he's a psychic healer? The real deal?
I don't know, boss, but he looks like he knows what he's doing, Kane answered.
"I'll try working to seal off the weak areas. Sometimes I can and other times I don't have the strength to tap into the energy I need. It all depends on how severe the problem is. I have some medication in my bag that should help. Do either of you know how to set up an IV?"
"We both can." Nearly every GhostWalker could. All of them had fundamental lifesaving skills.
Kane removed the necessary equipment and began the preparations while Mack watched Joe closely. The man kept his fingers on Jaimie's skull, and they could feel the pull of energy around him as he seemed to gather and use nearly every bit in the room. For a moment the smell of burned flesh permeated the room and Mack's heart jumped in response, but he held still, the feeling that Joe was working to help Jaimie strong.
She moaned softly and tried to turn her head, her body moving restlessly under the covers. Her legs thrashed and she lifted her hands, trying to push him away, batting feebly, but very persistently.
"Hold her down," Joe ordered. "It hurts like hell. Basically I'm trying to manipulate the energy to do what we'd do in surgery."
Mack holstered his weapon and sat on the other side of the bed, leaning his weight on her slender body while Kane put the catheter into the back of her hand.
"She should have gone to the hospital," Mack said, angry with himself. He didn't trust her being in a hospital. It would be far too easy for an assassin to get to her. Too many doctors, nurses, and orderlies going in and out of her room.
Joe shook his head. "Too risky. She's a target. You couldn't take the chance and you know that."
Jaimie continually moved her head, trying to get his hands off of her. Her moans were becoming cries of distress. Mack leaned close to her and whispered in her ear. "I'm here with you, honey. He's trying to help you."
His voice seemed to soothe her a little. She subsided, her fingers sliding across the sheet to find his leg.
"You know why they want her dead?" Mack asked.
"I have my suspicions. I hope I'm wrong. I originally was assigned to guard her to keep any foreign governments from trying to acquire her. What about you? Do you know?"
"We just arrived last night. We grew up together."
"You must be Mack McKinley. I read her file. She had a very different background. All of you were friends before you ended up on the same team." Joe visibly relaxed, although his fingertips never lifted from Jaimie's skull.
She cried out softly in protest again and began to thrash under him again. Kane gripped her hand to keep her from ripping out the IV. Her lashes fluttered and she tossed her head, trying to get rid of the insistent fingers and the heat they were generating.
"This is hurting her," Mack said. "She wasn't doing this before."
"I'm operating without anesthesia. Did you think it would be easy? She's a GhostWalker, she'll be able to handle it."
"She's not like the rest of us," Mack protested. His stomach was in knots and there was a bad taste in his mouth. He felt as if they were torturing her. Jaimie wasn't cut out for what they did, no matter how powerful her gift. If she opened herself in public, too much energy rushed in to overpower her. He had believed that with practice, all of them could protect her. They were anchors and in theory, the energy should rush to them, but something about Jaimie was different. He'd known it since she was a child, that her psychic gifts worked differently than all of theirs, and that hers was stronger.
"What was she doing?"
"Jaimie isn't an anchor. If she uses her abilities, she pays in a big way."
Joe did look at them then, staring from one to the other. "I read that all of you belonged to Team Three and all of you were anchors. She should have been protected."
"It doesn't matter when it comes to Jaimie." Mack's gaze met Joe's. "Why do you think you were here? They probably told you to record everything you could about her. No one can figure her out. Short of taking her to Whitney's lab and dissecting her, they don't know how her radar ticks or anything else about her. And as for a foreign government kidnapping her, she may have to worry about Whitney wanting to do the same thing. He likes his little experiments."
"Whitney didn't send me," Joe said.
"Sergeant Major Griffen did, Mack," Kane said. "Acting on my request."
There was a long silence, punctuated by Jaimie's distressed moans. Mack kept his face absolutely blank. He didn't know or trust Joe Spagnola all that much and refused to spill his fury over Kane's admission in front of a stranger. Once again, Jaimie had tried to tell him Kane had been involved in the "coincidence" but he'd chosen not to listen or believe her. If it felt like betrayal to him, then how would it seem to Jaimie? And the man she'd spent time with, carefully chosen out of hundreds of applicants, how would it feel to her to know he'd been working undercover to watch her? Most important, when GhostWalkers usually could identify one another just through the psychic energy, how had Joe managed to mislead Jaimie? And did Griffen or those above him know?
His stomach was a mass of hard knots and he couldn't believe the anger roiling in his gut. Kane was his best friend, the man who walked through death with him, waded through blood. Trust was everything, and he had trusted Kane implicitly his entire life. He had allowed Jaimie to walk away from him because he wasn't about to abandon Kane and the others after he'd led them to Whitney.
As if sensing his distress, Jaimie opened her eyes and looked at him. Her eyes were bloodshot, red and not very focused, but relief swept through him at the awareness there.
"Hey there, honey. You've given us all a bad scare."
Her perusal took in Kane and then Joe, who still had the pads of his fingers in firm contact with her head. The heat he generated couldn't fail to tip her off to what he was. That should have made him happy, that she'd think her hero had feet of clay, but instead, he felt sad for her. He wanted to gather her into his arms and hold her tight against him, shelter her from every hurt.
He'd chosen this life for them all, and he'd embraced it. There was a part of him that still did, maybe the biggest part of him. He loved what he did. He had even grown to love the psychic and genetic enhancements. But Jaimie was everything to him. He needed her. He just didn't know how to reconcile the two. He had told her so many things that night. He'd like to forget he'd said them, but two years had gone by and he had plenty of time to remember word for word how he'd told her she'd come crawling back, begging him to take her back, that she couldn't make it without him. He'd been so angry at her--at least he thought he'd been. Over those long two years he realized he'd been angry at himself for ever putting her--any of them--in the dangerous position they were all in. It was his responsibility and he couldn't walk away, not even when he couldn't seem to breathe without Jaimie.
There was knowledge in her eyes and he knew she accepted Kane's betrayal better than he d
id. Maybe she even understood it. Jaimie seemed able to see things he didn't. She put her hand up and tried to push Joe away.
"Let me, sweetheart," Joe said. "I can explain."
"We both can," Kane added, more, Mack suspected, for his benefit than Jaimie's. "Just let him work on you. You know how dangerous brain bleeds are."
Jaimie tangled her fingers with Mack's and clung, but she forced herself to stop fighting.
"Her name is Jaimie," Mack said. "Not 'sweetheart.' "
Joe glanced at him. "You're looking for a fight, but you're not going to get one from me. I was just--"
"Doing your job," Jaimie cut him off, closing her eyes, not wanting to look at his face. "I hear that a lot. It's such a great excuse, isn't it? Following orders."
She hadn't known Joe was a GhostWalker or that he'd been sent to watch her. At first she'd suspected. He'd been her second choice, but her first choice had taken another job. She'd thoroughly investigated Joe and everything checked out. Even that, she knew, could be manipulated so she'd interviewed him several times, trying to trip him up with questions. If a story was rehearsed, it was often retold nearly word for word. Joe had been an easy talker.
And she should have recognized another GhostWalker. Or at least someone with psychic abilities. Judging by the heat in her head, he definitely had psychic abilities.
"It's not like that, Jaimie," Joe protested.
"Really? You didn't answer my ad and apply for the job? You didn't have a cover in place--a very good one, I might add. I'm pretty certain you never mentioned you were keeping an eye on me."
"That your place across the street my men uncovered?" Mack asked.
"I couldn't believe your man spotted me. He's one of a very few who ever have."
"He ID'd you walking up to the front door as well." Mack didn't identify Gideon. He didn't know what was going on and protecting his men was instinctual.
Jaimie tried to think through the pain. It mattered little if they gave her explanations. Betrayal had a certain smell to it and that scent had been all over Kane. Why not Joe? That bothered her. She'd become fond of him. They'd spent many hours isolated together, working to turn the warehouse into a home and office. In all that time, how could she not have known what he was?
She felt him lift his fingertips away and the burning sensation eased. She could taste blood in her mouth. The overloads were getting worse, not better. She hadn't said anything to anyone because who could she tell? Who could she trust? She didn't dare go into a hospital. And what could a doctor do for her? Only Whitney might have a chance of helping her, and he was a monster without scruples. She'd probably come out from under the anesthesia and discover he'd given her wings.
"She should be better if I can get this medicine into her IV," Joe said, sitting back. For the first time he looked strained, his handsome face lined with fatigue.
Mack held out his hand. "What is it?"