An FBI agent must forge a bond with a half-alien tracker to find a boy who is the key to an interstellar power play. Only love can ensure that these unlikely partners beat rival off-world hunters to a vulnerable prey.
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY says Trouble in Mind "skillfully blends alien abduction conspiracies, political intrigue, space battles, and epic romance into a psychic police procedural that also packs an emotional punch."
The teacher turned to him, a glint in his gray eyes. “I say we owe the galaxy a civilized Thrane to make up for the butcher that is his father. What is your name, boy?”
“Gabriel Cruz, sir. And I am human, not Thrane.”
Lana sat bolt upright in the unmoving vehicle, her eyes seeking light, her lungs gasping for breath in the airless void of night. The child Gabriel had stood up for the part of him that was human, but Lana saw what the others that day had seen—part of him was not of this Earth. His father was Thrane, his brothers were Thrane, and his memories in her mind showed her everything that meant—the cruelty, the conquests, the centuries of war. The bloodlines, the psi talents, the laws that held them in check.
Then, more proof, if any had been necessary: the image she had first seen when she’d touched his scars, of the fight on the dark side of Azreeni VI. Just one of so many fights on so many exotic planets, the creature dying beneath him just one of so many other unimaginable, inhuman creatures he had seen in his lifetime.
Image after image, place after place, memory after memory flooded her consciousness until she was shaking and weak.
Jesus Christ! Was she crazy, or was he? Aliens? Other planets?
And . . . holy mother of God, he and I . . .
She clawed open the car door and stumbled out of the vehicle. It was all she could do to keep her feet—and the contents of her stomach—as she gulped in huge breaths of cold desert air. They were pulled just off a secondary road onto a flat stretch of hardpan, and she was alone. Stars wheeled overhead. God, it was quiet! Her heart beat like thunder in her chest.
A flashlight winked a few paces away and began to bob in her direction. “Lana?”
Oh, Jesus! She wanted to run. She wanted to fight. She wanted to do anything but talk to Gabriel Cruz. Who wasn’t human.