Page 7 of Arresting the Warlord

“A Coletti warrior was supposedly murdered on our lands.”

“Damn.”

I heard the General ask,“Why did you take the Mustang instead of a Hummer?”

“I wanted to test out the new engine,” Jake responded.

I sniped, “At a hundred and twenty miles an hour?”

Father shot me the evil eye. “I’ve had the evidence we’ve gathered put in the conference room.” He gestured to the back door. “Please follow me.”

Chapter Two

Our small conference room held one table, six chairs and a communications screen. Two evidence bags lay on the table. One held a knife, the other a badly damaged warrior’s bracelet.

General Jones picked up the bag with the bracelet and scanned it. “The data has been corrupted. Is this all you’ve collected?”

“Canyon de Chelly monument covers eighty-three thousand acres and I was waiting for my best tracker to return to continue our search,” Father replied.

“Who’s your best tracker?” General Jones wanted to know.

“My daughter.”

Jake sighed. “You’re his daughter, aren’t you?”

“I am.”

The General gave me his full attention. “Can you find Jivo?”

“I’m not making any promises, but I’ll go out to the site and see what signs I can pick up,” I said. Once the Coletti Overlord discovered that I also had psychometry abilities, being a shaman might not keep me safe from becoming a brood mare.

His face set in grim, angry lines, Jake interjected, “You’re being evasive. Are you hiding something? Did one ofyourpeople kill Jivo?”

“You’re a fucking idiot,” I snapped.

Father inserted calmly, “My daughter’s a shaman who has the ability to read objects. Youwilltreat her with respect.”

Without hesitation, General Jones handed me the evidence bag with the bracelet. “Find him.”

I could see where the Jackass got his arrogance from. I took the bag and focused on it. A jumble of images rolled across my mind. An eight-hundred-foot sandstone spire, the charred remains of a jeep, a bloody corpse, and… The breath left my lungs in an involuntary gasp of shock. A monstrous, gray bipedal creature with large yellow eyes and spikes running down its spine. A Chupacabra? Holy hell, that wasn’t possible. Was it?

“What did you see?” Jake barked.

I took a deep breath. “There’s a body. I’m not sure if it’s Jivo’s.”

“Where?” The General demanded.

“Spider Rock.”

My father flinched.

“Take us there.” The expression on the General’s face reminded me of the scary ass sociopath I had arrested last week.

“I’ll go get the jeep,” I said and started for the door.

Jake grabbed my arm. “Picture where you want to go in your mind, and I’ll teleport us there.”

“You can teleport. I’m driving.” I tried to break free of his grip.

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