asked, “You’re really a ghost buster?”
“Kinda, I’m still in training, but Granny Annabel’s the real deal.”
He probed the cut gently. “You’ll need stitches.”
“Can’t you just put one of those butterfly bandages on it?”
“For now but you’ll need to get it stitched up at the ER.”
Thunder rumbled in the distance.
I opened my psychic eye and grunted in pain as a whirl of images and sensations hammered at my mind. A tendril of fear crawled along my gut. The Thunder God was on his way back and he was beyond pissed. I looked over at the bald guy. “Ed, right?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“You need to tell that chopper pilot to step on it.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He pulled a radio off his belt and called. “Whiskey Tango Niner Niner Charlie what’s your eta?”
“Fifteen minutes out,” a female voice answered.
Go figure. Derek actually had a woman on his team. Bet my last dollar, she was a skinny little blonde with a big rack.
I pulled out my satellite phone and called Derek.
“What?” His voice sounded a little strained.
“Those illusions are a bitch, aren’t they? Seeing things that aren’t there? Not knowing what’s real or what isn’t. Have you pissed your pants yet?
Screamed like a girly man?”
Derek snarled, “You’re a real riot. I have it under control.”
“Good. Got the skulls?”
“Yes,” he gritted.
“Then get your ass back here. The big, bad Thunder God rebooted his power supply and he’s coming for blood.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He disconnected.
Chapter Five
Thunder resounded across the blackened skies.
The jagged crown of the Superstition Mountains cast a menacing silhouette over the hovering Black Hawk helicopter.
His mouth a grim line, Derek dumped his backpack next to mine in the rescue basket.
I flinched as the trapped souls began to wail.
Their anguish was almost more than I could bear. I touched the backpack. “It’s okay. I promise I’ll find a way to free you.”
Sloan’s callused hand cupped my face. “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you. That place is…”
“Haunted and scary as hell,” I finished.
He gave a jerky nod and motioned to the Crew Chief.
Up I went. Shit! Maybe I should have mentioned that I have a thing about heights.
The wind rose and the basket swayed wildly. I squeezed my eyes shut and hung on for dear life.
“Omigod! Omigod!”
A gloved hand patted my arm. “You can let go now, ma’am.”
Huh? I opened my eyes. I was inside the helicopter. Scrambling out of the basket, I threw my arms around the Crew Chief and gave him a big
hug. “Thank you. Thank you so much. I think I love you.”
Grinning, he patted me on the back. “Have a problem with heights?”
“Just a bit.”
He pointed to a seat. “Get belted in.”
“Yes sir.” I grabbed the backpacks, stuck them in a corner and quickly fastened the harness. We were gonna be in for a bumpy ride.
The Crew Chief lowered the cable.
Granny Annabel, wearing combat gear, popped in next to me. “You need to tell them to hurry.
There’s a devil’s wind coming.”
Crap! A devil’s wind was like a tornado only with wraiths. If Derek thought the canyon was bad, wait until he met the wraiths. He’d piss his pants and start screaming bloody blue murder. I released my harness and tapped the Crew Chief on the shoulder. “There’s a tornado coming.”
The Crew Chief looked at me like I was crazy.
“A tornado?”
Hank and his partner swung into helicopter and released their tether lines.
I grabbed Hank’s arm. “We have a demonic tornado coming. We need to get the rest of the men up now.”
The wind began to howl.
Hank tapped his earpiece and said something into his mike.
The Crew Chief quickly dropped two lines out the open bay door.
The Black Hawk suddenly shuddered and shook.
I looked out the window and saw Derek dangling just below the helicopter. The breath froze in my lungs as the wind spun him around and around.
His lips drawn back in a
“Kinda, I’m still in training, but Granny Annabel’s the real deal.”
He probed the cut gently. “You’ll need stitches.”
“Can’t you just put one of those butterfly bandages on it?”
“For now but you’ll need to get it stitched up at the ER.”
Thunder rumbled in the distance.
I opened my psychic eye and grunted in pain as a whirl of images and sensations hammered at my mind. A tendril of fear crawled along my gut. The Thunder God was on his way back and he was beyond pissed. I looked over at the bald guy. “Ed, right?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“You need to tell that chopper pilot to step on it.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He pulled a radio off his belt and called. “Whiskey Tango Niner Niner Charlie what’s your eta?”
“Fifteen minutes out,” a female voice answered.
Go figure. Derek actually had a woman on his team. Bet my last dollar, she was a skinny little blonde with a big rack.
I pulled out my satellite phone and called Derek.
“What?” His voice sounded a little strained.
“Those illusions are a bitch, aren’t they? Seeing things that aren’t there? Not knowing what’s real or what isn’t. Have you pissed your pants yet?
Screamed like a girly man?”
Derek snarled, “You’re a real riot. I have it under control.”
“Good. Got the skulls?”
“Yes,” he gritted.
“Then get your ass back here. The big, bad Thunder God rebooted his power supply and he’s coming for blood.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He disconnected.
Chapter Five
Thunder resounded across the blackened skies.
The jagged crown of the Superstition Mountains cast a menacing silhouette over the hovering Black Hawk helicopter.
His mouth a grim line, Derek dumped his backpack next to mine in the rescue basket.
I flinched as the trapped souls began to wail.
Their anguish was almost more than I could bear. I touched the backpack. “It’s okay. I promise I’ll find a way to free you.”
Sloan’s callused hand cupped my face. “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you. That place is…”
“Haunted and scary as hell,” I finished.
He gave a jerky nod and motioned to the Crew Chief.
Up I went. Shit! Maybe I should have mentioned that I have a thing about heights.
The wind rose and the basket swayed wildly. I squeezed my eyes shut and hung on for dear life.
“Omigod! Omigod!”
A gloved hand patted my arm. “You can let go now, ma’am.”
Huh? I opened my eyes. I was inside the helicopter. Scrambling out of the basket, I threw my arms around the Crew Chief and gave him a big
hug. “Thank you. Thank you so much. I think I love you.”
Grinning, he patted me on the back. “Have a problem with heights?”
“Just a bit.”
He pointed to a seat. “Get belted in.”
“Yes sir.” I grabbed the backpacks, stuck them in a corner and quickly fastened the harness. We were gonna be in for a bumpy ride.
The Crew Chief lowered the cable.
Granny Annabel, wearing combat gear, popped in next to me. “You need to tell them to hurry.
There’s a devil’s wind coming.”
Crap! A devil’s wind was like a tornado only with wraiths. If Derek thought the canyon was bad, wait until he met the wraiths. He’d piss his pants and start screaming bloody blue murder. I released my harness and tapped the Crew Chief on the shoulder. “There’s a tornado coming.”
The Crew Chief looked at me like I was crazy.
“A tornado?”
Hank and his partner swung into helicopter and released their tether lines.
I grabbed Hank’s arm. “We have a demonic tornado coming. We need to get the rest of the men up now.”
The wind began to howl.
Hank tapped his earpiece and said something into his mike.
The Crew Chief quickly dropped two lines out the open bay door.
The Black Hawk suddenly shuddered and shook.
I looked out the window and saw Derek dangling just below the helicopter. The breath froze in my lungs as the wind spun him around and around.
His lips drawn back in a
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