Born In Blood, Chapter 4

Mike’s thin frame emerged from the electronics cabinet. “We keep our trackers inside, just like the ones we recovered tagging the stolen weapons in Sanctuary.”

Sera’s nails bit into her palms. Her friend would not be convicted on circumstantial evidence. “He sends materials out to our other cities. Of course, he would have been inside. Every shipment is tracked via the satellites.”

“Then why not track the guns via your satellites?” Folding his hands behind his head, Harlan stretched out.

Kennedy rolled his eyes. “The tracking tags showed the guns being destroyed. Obviously, they were switched. We can’t track something that’s not tagged.”

Harlan’s eyes narrowed and a muscle ticked in his jaw. “Obviously new tags were added, so the folks from Abaddon could track them. Find the missing tracking numbers, and you should be able to find the guns, or am I missing something obvious?”

Yes, yes, YES! Sera set her hand on Harlan’s thigh. She loved his devious, underhanded mind. “And when you find those tag numbers, you’ll find the real traitor and the real intended recipient.”

Kennedy hunched over his computer. “That might actually work.”

Mayfair’s jaw hung open. Admiration shone in his pale blue eyes. “You don’t think the weapons were meant for Sanctuary, to fulfill the prophecy of the Nevilles wiping Dark Hope off the map?”

How could people still cling to those old fables? Maybe Sera should do an expose on the Nevilles, show them for the beaten people they really were. “Please. You saw Sanctuary. The town is falling down around their ears, their leaders were all killed by the ‘Vider invasion, and they don’t have any weapons to speak of.”

The door banged open. Natasha Wilson blew inside, clutching a black tablet to her chest.

“I don’t know if that’s true.” Nattie’s shorn white hair stood on end, deep shadows hollowed out her gaunt cheeks. Although her gray tunic covered most of her body, black tattoos peeked out from her collar and cuffs—souvenirs of her years among the ‘Viders. “Gavin Neville’s descendant was in Dark Hope just yesterday.”

About Linda Andrews

Linda Andrews lives with her husband and three children in Phoenix, Arizona. When she announced to her family that her paranormal romance was to be published, her sister pronounce: "What else would she write? She’s never been normal." All kidding aside, writing has become a surprising passion. So just how did a scientist start to write paranormal romances? What other option is there when you’re married to romantic man and live in a haunted house? If you’ve enjoyed her stories or want to share your own paranormal experience feel free to email the author at She’d love to hear from you.
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