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blood slaves. If she had been just a regular human, Raithe could easily replace her, and she would be useless to Striker. But this woman was a cut above, her blood like manna. Striker could only hope she was one of Raithe’s obsessions. An object Striker could definitely use.
    â€œI suppose so,” Culler said.
    â€œLook, I’m just gonna pop across the hall there, to the fudge shop. I can still keep an eye on you.”
    â€œDon’t let that cretin make you fat. He’s not worth chunky thighs.”
    Culler actually sounded like she cared. Striker thought she was the most talented liar he’d ever seen. She had to be to fool Raithe.
    â€œThis isn’t breakup eating. I’m just hungry.”
    â€œKeep telling yourself that.”
    Striker watched them part, Culler stepping into the clothing shop and her companion heading for the candy store. He kept an eye on Rock Star while she watched Culler. Kids and parents lingered in the store. The kids begged for everything. The parents picked and chose for them. Rock Star walked down the cases and found the fudge. She pointed to almost every type.
    The clerk’s eyes widened in disbelief. He asked if he’d heard her correctly. She wanted three pounds of peanut-butter fudge, along with everything else.
    â€œYes, eating for two.” Rock Star patted her slender belly.
    â€œSure it’s not twins?”
    â€œSometimes I think so.” She smiled at the clerk, a dazzling white-toothed grin that mesmerized the man for close to half a minute, causing him to drop several pieces of fudge on the floor. Stunning didn’t come close to describing her face at that moment. It appeared she knew how to wrap men around her little finger with just a smile.
    Even with all the airport noise, Striker could zone it out, tune his hearing into the blood pumping through her veins. He could detect the minutest abnormality, and he didn’t hear the heartbeat of an unborn fetus. She was pulling the clerk’s leg. Why that slightly amused him, he didn’t know.
    His phone buzzed, and he pulled it out. Mimi’s smiling face met him. “Hey, boss. Got the info you wanted. This new player is one Takala Rainwater. She owns Rainwater Detective Agency in Richmond. She’s full-blooded Patomani. Her sister is Fala Rainwater, the Guardian.” Mimi paused for effect.
    Striker knew of Fala Rainwater. Who in the supernatural realm hadn’t heard of the Guardian? The Guardians were legendary in fighting evil; even his own kind had suffered at their hands. Striker had let Meikoda, the previous Guardian, operate as long as she had stayed out of his way. Fala could prove to be more of a problem. He’d read the dossier on her, an ex-police detective, generally considered a hothead. Striker hadn’t had a run-in with her yet, but she already had one strike against her in his book: she’d stolen Stephen Winter, one of his best agents. Made the idiot believe he was in love. At the thought of love, Striker lifted one corner of his lip in a snarl.
    Mimi continued. “Her youngest sister, Nina Rainwater, has phenomenal psychic powers. She recently wedded Kane Van Cleave. These three chicks are loaded with white-magic power. Takala, the middle sister, has off-the-charts strength. The seer assures me she’s not involved with Raithe.”
    â€œHe could have had her charmed, and the seer’s eye blocked.”
    â€œGot a point there. The seer said Takala’s searching for her mother, Skye Rainwater.”
    The name hit him. Culler aka Lilly Smith aka Simone Poindexter’s real name was Skye Rainwater. She’d changed it when she entered B.O.S.P. So, were mother and daughter both killers? Both involved with Raithe. Or was Takala Rainwater really just searching for her long-lost mother? If so, she’d wish she had never found Culler.
    â€œI want this on high priority. Dispatch two teams of our most competent agents to