Unspeakable (Beyond Human)

by Nina Croft

  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

  Copyright © 2017 by Nina Croft. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

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  ISBN 978-1-64063-337-7

  Manufactured in the United States of America

  First Edition September 2017

  For Rob—who always seems to be able to read my mind.

  Previously on Beyond Human…

  Sadie Brooks is a member of the Tribe, a covert operations group of telepaths who have always believed they are working for a better world. A world with no more lies. Then their people start to die, including Sadie’s twin sister. They come to realize their only chance of survival lies in escaping their government controllers and uncovering the secrets of their past. Their only lead is a connection to an ancient, isolated group, discovered by an explorer in Africa, in 1878. This group was subsequently taken to Scotland and not heard of since.

  But not all of them moved to Scotland. Unknown to anyone, a small number, the Guardians, led by Kane Revilla, remained behind, safeguarding a secret their people have protected for thousands of years, preparing for a mission, the details of which have been lost in time. All Kane knows is that the survival of mankind depends on its completion. And when he becomes aware of the Tribe’s existence, he knows their search for the truth will eventually lead back to the Guardians, exposing their secret, compromising the mission, and threatening humanity’s very existence.

  While the Tribe has always believed they are working for the government, in fact, for years they’ve been under the control of an immoral, clandestine organization, the Conclave, which secretly controls much of the world for its own gain. Kane infiltrates the Conclave, and using their resources, starts on a systematic destruction of the Tribe and everyone associated with it.

  Jake Connelly, the leader of the Tribe, together with Christa Winters, a genetic scientist, start to unravel the secrets of their past. For years, Christa has been doing research into the Tribe’s DNA. It turns out that Jake and his people are the product of a series of experiments, mixing DNA from the original group found in Africa with normal human DNA. Christa also discovers that everything points to the Tribe’s DNA coming from the future, not the past.

  They learn of the existence of the Conclave, but also that right now the Conclave is being manipulated by someone else—Kane Revilla. Jake tracks him to Africa, where it all started, and together with Christa and Sadie, he retraces the explorer’s footsteps, and they find Kane.

  There’s a fight, but Kane is also telepathic, and at the last minute, they see into each other’s minds, realize that they are not enemies, and agree to work together. Kane explains that the Guardians believe they have a sacred mission, destined to take place in 2020, and he couldn’t allow Jake’s group to expose their existence before then. They are also guarding a secret. He leads them to a cave in the mountains.

  Inside is a time machine.

  Chapter One

  Ethan Weiland pulled his car in a few doors down from the house. After switching off the engine and lights, he sat for a moment, staring at his hands on the wheel. He’d never been one to avoid unpleasant truths, so he didn’t try to deny the fact: I don’t want to do this.

  That didn’t mean he wouldn’t. He’d done many things in his time that he found distasteful. This was just one more. And he couldn’t even deny that it needed doing—well, according to the weird set of rules he lived his life by. When people joined the Conclave, it was for life. Of course, by the time anyone even knew of the Conclave’s existence, it was too late to back out. It was join or…well…the alternative, while not spelled out, was made very clear.

  He took a deep breath, picked up his bag of equipment from the passenger seat, and climbed out of the car. The air was cold and a few flakes of snow drifted in the sky, settling on his shoulders. Winter was his favorite season in London. He stood for a moment, letting the freezing air clear his mind of doubts. It was too late for reservations. For him, as a hereditary member of the Conclave, it had been too late on the day he’d been conceived, his future already set out.

  At close to ten o’clock on a weeknight, the up-market residential street was quiet, though lights glowed behind heavy curtains. Only Forrester’s house was in darkness. An alley led between the buildings, opening into a lane that ran parallel, and he counted off the houses until he came to Forrester’s. He pulled himself up and over the five-foot fence and into the yard beyond. Here, the house was also in darkness and unease prickled across his skin.

  Something was wrong. Ethan had learned early to rely on his gut instincts. Was Forrester already gone? He didn’t think so. The man was unlikely to bolt without funds, and Ethan had locked up his accounts as soon as he’d begun moving his assets. From that moment, Forrester had been a marked man.

  As he drew closer, Ethan’s eyes fixed on something.

  The glass of the window had been cut, a clean round circle to allow the latch to be opened. Someone had gotten here before him. But who?

  After slipping his hand through the cut glass, he opened the latch and slid the window up. He climbed over the ledge and pulled a torch from his bag, flashed it around the room. His nostrils filled with the sweet, heavy scent of alcohol, and he played the beam of the torch over the floor. Broken bottles littered the deep red carpet, and an overturned cabinet spilled out its contents. Another stood still upright, all the drawers opened, papers pulled out as though a robbery had taken place. Ethan didn’t believe it for a moment.

  Through an open doorway, a figure slumped in an upright chair.

  Shit. Too fucking late.

  He stood for a minute, listening, but the place was silent. Whoever had done this was gone, and he cursed silently that he hadn’t put a watch on the house
and the man.

  As he drew closer, the sharp tang of blood filled the air. Forrester had been tied to the chair, a neat hole in the center of his forehead, a splash of dark blood on the wall behind him where the bullet had exited.

  Why had he been running?

  And who had killed him? That was supposed to be Ethan’s job. There were protocols.

  He switched off the torch and made his way in darkness back though the house, and then to his car. He got inside but didn’t start the engine.

  He’d thought this was a routine case of a member getting cold feet, and it was his job to prevent it. But now there was clearly a third party involved.

  A movement up the road caught his eye. Two women were strolling along the pavement from the opposite end of the long street. A blonde and a brunette, both tall, both wearing very short dresses and high heels.

  He waited for them to pass; instead, they came to a halt outside the gate leading to Forrester’s house. Ethan pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and took a picture. After studying the house for a moment, the blonde pushed open the gate. Again, they paused at the door, then she put her hand to the handle and pushed. The door swung open, and a second later, they disappeared inside.

  He knew from the files that Forrester had a habit of employing high-class hookers. Was that what this was?

  What else could it be? He could think of no reason why anyone would visit a murder scene after the fact. But he was conditioned to be thorough. He punched the number of the Conclave’s contact at the Metropolitan Police into the cell phone. “There’s been a break-in and murder at 44 Layton Street. There are two women there now. I want to know who they are.” He closed the call without waiting for an answer and sent the picture to the same number.

  Time to go.

  Chapter Two

  “I don’t like it,” Sadie said as they stepped through the door and into the wide hallway. “Absolutely nothing is going right with this job.”

  Rose brushed past her and studied the alarm on the wall. “It’s not even set.”

  Sadie gritted her teeth and pushed down the red-hot anger that was always close to the surface. It wouldn’t help right now. “Goddamn it, he can’t have got away. It’s taken us six months to find this bastard.”

  “If he’s run, we’ll catch him.”

  They’d better—Forrester was their only link to the Conclave.

  Sadie and Rose were both members of the Tribe, a former covert operations group of telepaths, who had always believed they were working for the British government. In fact, for years, they’d been under the control of the Conclave, a huge shadowy organization that spanned the globe.

  Bastards.

  The Conclave was behind every crappy thing that had happened to them over the last few years, including the death of Josie, Sadie’s twin sister. Now, if they wanted any hope of a future, they had to take the Conclave down. Unfortunately, they had to find the key players first, which was proving far from easy.

  The Conclave was set up so that the majority of its members only knew two other members: the one who had recruited them and the one they subsequently recruited. It helped maintain secrecy and meant the only way to get to the top of the organization was to follow the chain. They’d studied literally hundreds of men and women until they’d finally found Forrester two days ago. He was their link in that chain—one step closer to identifying the people in charge. They’d been waiting for Jake, their leader, to arrive—he was due in tomorrow—when they’d gotten a hint Forrester was about to run.

  So they’d put together a quick plan and here they were.

  Except something wasn’t right.

  She closed her eyes and searched the house. “There’s no one fucking here. We’re too late. He’s definitely vanished. Goddamn bastard.”

  Rose sighed. “I think you’re right. I’ll have a look around and see if we can get any clue where he’s gone. You keep an eye on the road and make sure we’re not interrupted. I have a bad feeling about this.” She pressed a finger to her forehead. “There’s someone close. Not Forrester. Someone concentrating on us, but I can’t get a fix with all the people around.”

  Sadie calmed her mind. If she closed her eyes, she could sense someone focusing on them. She crossed to the window, pulled back the curtain, and peered outside. Everything seemed quiet and nothing moved. She stopped looking with her eyes and reached out with her mind and found the source. A car was parked a few houses down the road, in the shadows between the streetlamps. Someone sat in the front seat, watching the house, and she eased into his mind…

  For a second, her brain went blank as shock punched her in the gut.

  Not freaking possible.

  She knew him. Or rather she didn’t know him, but she recognized him, recognized his thoughts.

  The headlights flashed on, and she blinked. The car pulled out slowly. As it passed under the streetlamp, the driver turned to look at the house, and she caught a glimpse of his face. Midnight dark hair and golden eyes. But she already knew what he looked like. She had seen him many times.

  In my fucking dreams.

  What the hell was going on?

  He was the most beautiful man she had ever seen, a face of savage angles and sharp lines. She’d always believed she had made him up, a figment of her imagination, conjured him out of the crap that was her life. One good thing that was just hers.

  Instead…

  She shook her head. Instead what? She had no clue. Pure coincidence?

  I wish.

  The car was speeding up and she was gazing after it like a goddamn idiot. Reaching into his head, she snatched a brief flicker of information, and then he was out of range. She stared for long minutes after the car vanished from sight and the man’s thoughts faded from her mind.

  “Sadie!”

  Rose called in her mind, her tone urgent, and Sadie dropped the curtain and hurried into the next room, almost skidding to a halt. “Great, just fucking great,” she snarled.

  “He’s dead,” Rose said.

  “No kidding.” Forrester was tied to a chair, a bullet hole in the center of his forehead. “Crap.” She kicked at the chair that held him, then swore again. Open-toed sandals were not made for kicking.

  It had taken them six months to find Forrester. Now he was dead…leaving them with nothing.

  “It looks like a burglary.” Rose waved a hand around the room. And it did. Furniture was strewn across the floor, the cabinets upturned and emptied, and a safe hung open on the wall.

  “Yeah, right. Of course it’s a burglary.” Not. She ran a hand through her hair, felt her fury rising.

  “Calm down,” Rose suggested in a reasonable tone.

  Grrr. “I don’t want to calm down. I—”

  A whine came from beneath an upturned sofa. Sadie reached out with her mind and encountered a definitely nonhuman brain. She crouched down and the dog growled. “Hey, buddy, we’re friends.”

  The growl quieted and the animal whimpered. Sadie lifted the heavy sofa, and for a second time that night, shock held her in place. He was a beautiful animal, a Doberman with a glossy black coat and dark chocolate eyes. And she’d seen him before. Not in real life, but in a dream, and the realization sent a wave of foreboding crashing through her. She shook herself; there would be time to contemplate the implications later. The dog scrambled up and raced across to where Forrester’s body hung from the chair. The whine escalated to a howl.

  “Hush.” As she sent out calming thoughts, the howl dwindled.

  “Forrester’s?” Rose asked.

  “Yeah. Poor pooch.” She stroked his head, and he gazed up at her longingly. He wore a leather studded collar, and she read the name tag. “Max?” The dog wagged his tail.

  She sighed. “What next?”

  “I suppose we’d better check the place out,” Rose replied. “Though I’m not expecting to find anything. While I’d love this to be a straightforward burglary, I don’t believe it for a moment.”

  “Someo
ne got to him first. Which means they’ll have cleared anything of use.” She looked around the room. Where to start? Finally, she crossed to the desk and began going through the papers that had been pulled out of the drawers. Household bills. Nothing of any interest, but then what did she expect? A big notice saying: My contact in the ultra-secret Conclave is… “So who do you think did this?” she asked.

  “Maybe his own people. If we got wind that he was running, then perhaps the Conclave did as well.”

  “And they sorted out the problem.”

  Rose had been kneeling on the floor picking through papers. Now she stood and crossed to the window, where the heavy velvet drapes were open.

  “What is it?” Sadie asked.

  “Sirens. But they can’t be coming for us. The alarms weren’t activated.”

  “Maybe.” The double glazing on the windows had muffled the sound, but if Sadie concentrated, she could hear the sirens getting closer. She remembered the man in the car. Had he called the police? And if so, why? Who was he? She had a flashback to her dreams, to the feel of his mouth on hers, his whispered words of—

  “It’s too late to run,” Rose said. “Our cover will hold. We’re unarmed. There’s nothing to say we’re not just a couple of working girls. Play the part—be nice.”

  Sadie had to admit they looked the part, but she suspected “nice” was probably beyond her. But what did she know? She’d never actually tried before. “What do you want me to do?” she asked. “Offer them a free blow job?”

  Rose giggled. “Just don’t lose your temper.”

  “I’ll do my best,” she said dryly.

  Rose peered out the window. “They’re pulling into the street.” She dug a cell phone out of her pocket and pressed a number. “Police, please.” She was silent for a moment while she was transferred. “There’s been a murder at 44 Layton Street.”

  She didn’t say any more, just shoved the phone back in her pocket. “At least we’ll look like we reported it.” She took a deep breath. “Let’s go meet them.”

  Sadie cast a last look at the dead body—he was no help to them now—and followed Rose to the front door. From the road outside, the squeal of tires showed the police had arrived.