Free The Body Hunters by Raven Newcastle

man ran the family business, Anna's, named after Aiden's deceased mother. He operated the resort restaurant with the help of Aiden's younger sister and her fiancé.  Joe Stone had been trying for years to get his son to come back to Hawaii and join the business, but Aiden had repeatedly turned his father down. He still needed some action and figured the FBI would provide the outlet he needed. Even though he was just a novice with his psychic abilities, Stone discovered that his abilities gave him an edge in the bureau's criminal investigation division. His intuition had brought the close of multiple high profile federal cases and had kept him alive during dangerous situations .
                 The voice of the small plane's captain came loud and clear through the speakers. Special Agent Stone halted his ruminations into the past. Grunting he eased his chair upright and stretched. One of the most important lessons he was taught back in basic training was to take advantage of sleep whenever you could. Before starting their investigation he was well rested, alert and ready to spring into action once he touched terra firma. His partner, on the other hand, was still looking nervously out the window.
                While Aiden opted for a polo shirt, khakis or jeans for his attire while working in the field, Agent Alejandro Ramirez looked like he had seen a picture of an FBI agent on television and decided to dress the part. He was garbed in a generic navy blue suit and an atrocious bland blue tie. Since his jacket was a size too large and not properly tailored, the baby-faced Alejandro Ramirez looked like a kid who was trying on his dad's clothes. While Aiden was over six feet tall, muscular and physically imposing, Ramirez was short, slightly pudgy and looked like he would have trouble running around the block. The fact that the man looked like he was afraid of his own shadow didn't help matters in the least. Having worked in the Cyber Crimes Division for the past few years, the young agent had just been promoted to field work in the criminal investigations sector. This would be Alejandro's first investigation, and it was a wonder he even passed the physical training in Quantico .
                Thumbing again through the file Johnson had given him during his briefing, Aiden found himself staring at the photos featuring the young woman he had been told to contact if they hit a dead end with the case. There was one photo that he assumed was her FBI headshot. The other two looked to have been taken without her knowledge while she was out in public. To tell the truth, she barely looked like she was of legal age, let alone an FBI agent. She was easy on the eyes, of that there wasn't any doubt. Frustrated with himself for looking at the photos like she was a Playboy centerfold, Aiden shut the file and stashed it in his bag .
                 Twenty minutes later the two of them were on the ground outside Dallas-Fort Worth Regional Airport where a stereotypical FBI issue Suburban, or what the agents affectionately called any FBI issued vehicle, a bucar, was waiting for them. They loaded their gear into the back of the dusky SUV before heading toward the Dallas coroner's office with Stone in the driver's seat. Viewing the dead girl's remains would be the first stop in their investigation before visiting the family and investigating witnesses .
                 “Marines?"Ramirez asked, indicating the grinning skull and marine logo tattooed on Stone's right bicep .
                 Aiden nodded, a little shocked that Ramirez had struck up a conversation. He thought the rookie agent was intimidated by him.
                 "MARSOC to be exact."He responded .
                Alejandro's eyes widened. The MARSOC, or Marine Corps Forces Special Operations Command, was known as the elite division of the Marines. There were rumors throughout the military that they conducted