The Ghosts Of New Orleans (A PARANORMAL RESEARCH AND CONTAINMENT DIVISION (PRCD) CASE FILE) Read Online Free PDF

Eloise could describe him with her eyes closed.  He stood about six
feet two inches tall, with thick brown wavy hair, and hazel eyes that changed
from gold to green depending on what he wore.  His smile could make a woman’s
heart accelerate and his touch could make her melt.  His uniform fit as if it
were made for him, emphasizing his broad shoulders, narrow waist and long
legs.   He was far more experienced in the ways of the world than she and he
was the one person in the United States Military she never wanted to see again
for the rest of her life.
    Some sixth sense must have warned him that someone was watching because
his eyes snapped open and he was instantly alert.
    His eyes skimmed her skimpy outfit as he slowly lowered his feet and
raised himself out of the chair.  Eloise felt the blush start at her neck and
spread through the rest of her body.  Then she got mad. She was not going to let
him get the upper hand, she decided. Who did he think he was anyway to just
drop back into her life unannounced?
    “What gives you the right to invade PRCD quarters?” she asked him.
    “Hi Eloise,” he responded, “It’s good to see you again too.”
    He stepped closer and she stepped back.  He froze in his steps, his
friendly smile replaced by a shield of professionalism.
    “I’ve been overseeing the operations of the PRCD for the past five months,”
he said, “I’m now over this project.”
    Eloise felt like she had been hit with a truck.  “You’ve been
overseeing…” she began.
    He nodded. “I know where you’ve been, what you’ve been doing and who
you’ve been working with,” he admitted, “I’ve been watching over you, Eloise.”
    She shook her head angrily. “Who do you think you are?  I don’t need
anyone to watch over me.”
    Paul stiffened and she could see the anger building. “What the hell did
you think you were doing last night?”
    “Go away, Paul,” she stated and turned to walk away from him.
    “Dammit Eloise, you could have died,” he yelled, grabbing her arm and
turning her to face him.
    “What gives you the right to question my actions?” she yelled.
    “What gives you the right to endanger yourself and my men?” he countered.
    “Your men were never in danger. And you, of all people, should know
that,” she responded.
    “You shouldn’t have gone out there alone.  It’s too dangerous…”
    “Excuse me,” she interrupted. “Who would you suggest I bring with me? 
Sally?  Look around, we seem to have a shortage of registered psychics in the
neighborhood.”
    “You could have called…”
    “Who?  You?  That would have been a great help.”
    Paul grabbed her upper arms and pulled her to his chest. “If you were a
man…” he threatened.
    “You wouldn’t be here,” she whispered angrily and pulled back, out of his
reach.
    Paul stared at her for a moment and then turned and sat back down in the
chair. “I want you dressed and ready for debriefing in fifteen minutes,” he
stated.
    “You don’t always get what you want,” she retorted.
    He looked up at her, his eyes filled with regret, and slowly nodded his
head. “You’ve already taught me that lesson,” he replied before leaning back in
the chair and closing his eyes.     
    Eloise turned and ran back to her room.  She slammed the door, sat on the
bed and dropped her head into her hands. Tears burned at the back of her eyes.
She took a deep shaky breath and was amazed to find that she was trembling. She
placed her hand over her mouth and stifled a sob.    
    “Damn!  I won’t let him do that to me again,” she whispered angrily. “I
won’t let him have that kind of power!”
    A light breeze stirred the cotton curtain next to her bed. It wafted
across the room and gently stroked her cheek.  She closed her eyes and lifted
her hand to her cheek and then trailed it down across her lips. She shuddered
at the imagery the touch brought.  She remembered the last time she had worked
with