Free Assassin's Promise, The Red Team Series, Book 5 by Elaine Levine

you’re tracking, he’d told Greer. Thought waves go first, tickling the senses. Empty your mind. Silence it, his grandfather had warned.  
    Same held true for ghosts.
    He and his grandfather had spent an entire summer on self-control. His mind, his thinking, his bio impulses. His grandfather had begun mentoring when he was eight. Puberty had wreaked havoc with more than his body; he’d had to relearn the lessons of an eight-year-old once he’d started his shift into adulthood. The mental facility of a child was far shallower than that of an adult, and the lessons in puberty were intense. Everything that had come before was like kindergarten compared to the real shit his grandfather set loose when Greer’s body had reached its full size and power.
    And now, in moments like these, he could become nothing—nothing sentient anyway. Just air and shadows, seeking the source of the disturbance he’d felt, protecting himself from the ghost. He heard a breath, felt a chill on his skin. The temperature in the woods had dropped twenty degrees. A movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention.  
    Someone was out there. A woman, maybe. He’d seen a flash of clothes before she slipped behind a tree. A sleeve, or the edge of a skirt. It happened too fast to say. He waited a second, polling his senses for anything else that might be near.
    Everything was silent and still.  
    He moved in the direction of the woman. He caught another flash of clothing, long hair, pale-looking in the moonlight. They were heading down a hill, away from the village. She was moving quickly, as if something had spooked her. Maybe she’d seen his ghost.  
    Greer sped up, determined to catch her. Why had one of the girls from the village run away? Where was she going? He looked behind him to see if anyone was after her. They were going up a hill now. He topped the ridge and came to an abrupt halt.  
    A different woman—one that was flesh and blood—was scrambling down the hill, her flashlight bouncing like a laser show. She stumbled once. Greer hurried to help her, but she got to her feet and continued down the hill. They were headed toward the forest service road. When he saw her car, he knew who she was.
    What was Remi doing here in the woods at night?
    She hadn’t come far from her car. Standing in front of it, arms folded, legs spread, were three of the guys. She came to a full stop. Helluva welcoming committee. She flashed her light at them, then turned it on him. She stood to the side, trying to keep herself from being sandwiched between them.
    “Greer? That was you?” she asked, relaxing just slightly.
    “Yeah. What are you doing here?”
    “I was just leaving—I’ve been here all day.”
    He hadn’t seen her, but he’d spent most of the afternoon in the woods between the WKB property and the Friends’.  
    “I was almost to my car when I thought I saw a girl.”
    “You saw her, too?” he asked.
    Remi nodded. “I lost her though. I thought, maybe, she was running away. Who are these men?”
    He moved closer. “Friends. Val, Kelan, and Angel—meet Remi Chase.”
    She gave them a long look, then switched her attention to Greer. “Your team?”
    “Yeah. Part of it, anyway.”
    “What are you doing here?” she asked.
    “Scoping things out.”
    “You’re on Friendship land.” She gave him an injured look. “Greer, don’t do this.”
    “What?”
    “Be here…anywhere near here. Please. You put all my work in jeopardy.”
    “We aren’t engaging the Friends.”
    She put a hand on her hip. It was dark and hard to tell, but she may have stomped her foot. “Greer Dawson, your hand’s in the proverbial cookie jar. Don’t you dare tell me the Friends aren’t why you’re here.”
    “Actually, ma’am,” Angel said, “we were going to do some night fishing.”
    “Want to join us?” Val asked.
    “No,” she snapped, then looked at him. “This is not a game. If the Friends catch you, they’ll think I