Lost Soul (DarkWorld: SkinWalker Book 2) (37 page)

Saleem sat and the sound of the chair brought Fulbright’s head swiveling toward him.
Fulbright did not expect conversation with Saleem. In fact, he'd made it clear enough he didn't have much respect for Saleem or his presence. He'd barely glanced at the Djinn since he'd arrived.

He knew what that meant. Race always played a big part in heightening emotions. But Saleem didn't care. It was bad enough his Persian descent was clear in his deep olive skin, dark hair and black eyes. As far as his
appearance went, Fulbright had him pegged. But imagine if this normal human realized he had a bloody djinn sitting next to him. A real, honest to goodness genie. He'd be off searching for a lamp so fast Saleem would probably choke on his dust.

Silencing a snort
, Saleem sneaked a glance at his partner. Saleem wriggled in his seat. Time to find out a little more of what made the whole Fulbright-Morgan relationship tick. "So what's the deal with you and Mel Morgan anyway?" Saleem asked, pasting on the innocent rookie face he'd practiced with his team leader, Logan Westin, yesterday.

Fulbright gave him an impatient glare as he
stacked his files in a pile and pushed them aside. The detective took a deep breath, grunted. “Just something about her that doesn’t add up. Her ability to find people when we can’t is strangely coincidental. Most of the cases we close end up with her. And she solves then. Finds the people, dead or alive.”

“And you find that strange how?” The sounds of the office hummed around them. Saleem had his own reasons for being here, for watching Mel Morgan and the more he knew about her the better.

“Nothing I can put my finger on really. Just strange.” Fulbright was being reticent and Saleem understood. Most cops didn’t like Omega or Sentinel.

Saleem stared out the window
for a moment then looked at his new partner. Fulbright shifted and threw Saleem an annoyed glare.

“It’s an old case, nine years to be exact. A kid went missing. House trashed.
Blood everywhere, parents’ throats slit. And this Morgan kid standing there, covered in blood not saying a word. Then we found there's a kid missing, her younger sister. And from the blood and the condition of the house we knew the chances the girl was alive were slim to none. Case closed.” Fulbright shook his head.

"So
why keep an eye on her now?" Saleem couldn't keep the criticism from his voice but Fulbright was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he didn't even seem aware.

“I’ve been looking at the files. And she’s just too good at her job to be … normal.”

The hairs on the back of Saleem’s neck stood on end. “And this friend of hers you are investigating?” Saleem asked, almost afraid of the answer.

“A guy named Samuel Fontaine.” Saleem went cold. Samuel, the Master tracker. So Fulbright was on the paranormal trail after all. Saleem just had to find out how much he knew.

Human mage trackers were rare. Which is why almost every available paranormal tracker was on both Omega's and Sentinel's contractor lists. Including Melisande Morgan. And Fontaine. Until he’d toasted his grey cells on a jump.

If Morgan’s paranormal identity was blown, everyone else would soon follow. Fulbright was more dangerous than he could ever imagine.

The detective snorted, reminding Saleem of the unpleasant presence of the other man. Saleem didn't want to talk to him anymore so he started up the computer and logged into Omega to give his report.

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Dedication

For Patti.

I couldn't ask for a truer, more steadfast friend – with a foot, shoulder or ear always at the ready when the time requires it, you have been my rock on more than one occasion.

Thank you.

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Acknowledgments

To my ever supportive Inklings gals – you rock!

To the Indie Inked ladies – not a day goes by that I don't look to you amazing girls for support and encouragement.

To my proofreaders Cassie, Karen, Cath and Dharsh – I know … I enjoy keeping you cross
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To my editor and friend Amy Eye – Girl, you and I, we've seen some major ups and downs, but nothing ever keeps us down, does it? Live strong, woman!

To my super amazing PA Cath Cowley – I just can't imagine how I survived each day before you came along. You're a dynamo!

To my little family – always there in the background, ensuring I remain sane, hydrated, fed, and alive. I am quite glad you haven't traded me in as yet.

And to my readers. Keep on turning them pages…

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About the Author

I have been a writer from the time I was old enough to recognize that reading was a doorway into my imagination. Poetry was my first foray into the art of the written word. Books were my best friends, my escape, my haven. I am essentially a recluse but this part of my personality is impossible to practice given I have two teenage daughters, who are actually my friends, my tea-makers, my confidantes… I am blessed with a husband who has left me for golf. It’s a fair trade as I have left him for writing. We are both passionate supporters of each other's loves – it works wonderfully…

My heart is currently broken in two. One half resides in South Africa where my old roots still remain, and my heart still longs for the endless beaches and the smell of moist soil after a summer downpour. My love for Ma Afrika will never fade. The other half of me has been transplanted to the Land of the Long White Cloud. The land of the Taniwha, beautiful Maraes, and volcanoes. The land of green, pure beauty that truly inspires. And because I am so torn between these two lands – I shall forever remain cross-eyed.

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