Sentinel Lost (Mind Sweeper Series Book 5) Read Free

composite, a dead ringer for the supe who chucked me into the lagoon.
    I sat across from David and reached for his hand. He flinched at the contact, then blushed. I smiled at him. “I need you to think about what happened one more time, David. Just for a moment.”
    I stared into his light green eyes. I pictured the supe David had seen, but I covered his face with a mask. I reworked the memory. David ran into the room and saw the man with his gloved hands around Carl’s neck. David hit him with his club, and the man recoiled but still was able to break Carl’s neck before he turned on David and knocked him to the ground. Then David lost consciousness, and when he came to, the cops had arrived.
    I packaged the memory in tendrils of warmth, which I then eased into David’s psyche. The tendrils braided around his synapses and made themselves at home. Tingling bubbled along my scalp, and I stayed connected with David for a moment longer until I was sure the new memories had taken hold.
    We said our goodbyes, and then Misha, Jean Luc and I walked out of the room and met Morrison in the hall.
    “Well?” he asked.
    “It’s done. He remembers a masked man now, and getting punched, which made him dizzy, and the guy escaped.”
    “I just got off the phone with the Mayor.” Morrison’s mouth turned down. “The Feds are going to step in. Art theft is their bailiwick, and with a murder on top of it, I’m not going to be able to keep them away from this.”
    Jean Luc interjected, “It would help immensely if we were able to determine what the thief was after.”
    “As soon as I hear from the museum director, I’ll let you know. I’m also going to see what favors I can call in to help with the Fed situation. In the meantime, you need to figure out how we’re going to contain this. And I want to be kept in the loop.”
    We trudged out of the building and climbed into the van.
    I rubbed my tired eyes. “Shit. The last thing we need is some X-Files team coming here.”
    Misha’s eyes lit up. “Even though they got most things wrong, I loved the show until David Duchovny left.”
    “ Focus, Misha.”
    “Sorry, little one.”
    “Where did Talia go earlier?” Jean Luc asked.
    “She went to look for blood samples on the terrace. I didn’t want the cops to see them.” I swallowed before I continued. “Because when I shot him, he bled green.”
    Misha smirked. “Green? We’re not talking about Vulcans, Kyle.”
    “I know that! I hope I’m wrong. Either way, Talia’s making sure there’s not any supe DNA lying around for those CSI techs to stumble on.” I took a deep breath. “Do we think our perp is a vamp?”
    Jean Luc frowned. “The glowing white eyes do not make sense to me. And David did not mention fangs or claws, which would have been evident if the vampire was on the attack.”
    “He didn’t show any to me, either. Add the telekinesis, and it doesn’t sound like shifter, which leaves demon.”
    “A high-level demon,” Misha added. “He can both dematerialize and use telekinesis.”
    I bit my lip. “Plus, he blocked the cameras and shut off the lights. I tangled with a Haltrap in Nevada who could black out cameras.”
    Misha frowned. “Haltraps wouldn’t have enough power to match what you and David described.”
    “Then which demon clans do?”
    “On earth it would be Pavel, Shamat, or Traman. They can have one of those powers, but usually not all of them at once.”
    My stomach twisted. “On earth? Do you think we’re talking about someone from the demon realm? Like the Majock who helped Sebastian last year?”
    “It’s a possibility,” Misha replied.
    The somersault in my stomach graduated to a full-blown Cirque de Soleil performance. Memories of what Sebastian did to Dalton as part of his brutal quest for the Key of Knowledge flooded my brain. The torture, Dalton almost dying, and me erasing his memory of our time together to save his sanity. Damn.
    Jean Luc watched me in the rearview