Dead Cell by Chris Johnson

Author:Chris Johnson [Johnson, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: alien assassin, mentalist, psychic investigator, strong female lead, spirit assassin, ghosts, astral travelling, sceptic, odd couple, Craig Ramsey, Brianna Cogan
Publisher: Chris Johnson
Published: 2016-11-05T23:00:00+00:00

MAJOR OATES ALREADY knew what it was about, and he wasn't happy about it either. When he received the call from his old army buddy, Superintendent Myles, and heard one of his detectives was coming in, he knew that one of his boys was acting up. He pretended not to know anything about it when Myles spoke to him. If it had been about anything else, he would have made Detective Cogan wait longer for this meeting. But he agreed to have it so soon because he wanted to know what the police knew, so he could determine what action to take. If they knew about Project Gemini, he would have to take things even deeper.

His first surprise was when Detective Cogan arrived. Wow! What a babe, but a smart one. He would have to play it cool with her. His next surprise was how fluent she was in Army-speak. She served in Afghanistan and East Timor. He didn't recognise her from his time in Afghanistan, but he blocked a lot of that out, and her name seemed familiar.

After shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries, Detective Cogan cut straight to the chase.

"I am here more as a formality," she told him in a tone that he knew she intended to disarm him. "There have been shooting deaths in Statton, which appear to be from an alleged sniper."

Oates' eyes opened wide in surprise. "Oh? What kind of help do you need?" He kept the best poker face he could as he waited for her answer.

Cogan glanced towards the window, she could hear sounds of voices outside, and then back at the Major. "The bullet is from an SR-98," she told him. "Whoever did it has had military training and I know that you used to be one of the best trainers in the Army."

He felt flattered by that, even though he felt she was making a ploy. "Thank you," he answered. "I like to think I still am. Did I train you?"

She shook her head. "No. You trained Tom Richter."

Oates recognised the name. "Tom! Yes, I remember him. It's such a shame what happened to him in Afghanistan. A good man. Did you serve with him?"

He tried deflecting her with the response.

Cogan started to reply, but her nose seemed to tickle and she tried to hold back a sneeze. It didn't work and she let off an explosive sound, sniffing again, and holding a hand over her face. Her other hand searched in her jacket and she released a disappointed sound. "Do you happen to have a tissue?"

He didn't have a tissue, so he retrieved the next best thing: his handkerchief. Detective Cogan took it from him, thanking him, and wiped her nose, made a blowing noise in it and rolled it up. She started to hand it back but Major Oates held his hands up, palms towards her.

"No, thanks," he told her, not wanting to take the soiled cloth back. "You can keep it."

"Thank you," Cogan replied, placing the handkerchief in her jacket's inside pocket.

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