Single Lady Spy 01 - The End of Me

entire life had been spent preparing for it. The last straw was James. We had fought because he hated James. He never seemed happy for me, or the choices I made. I told him I didn’t want to see him , it was after the wedding . He came and picked me up in a weird car I had never seen before, and we drove to a place by the water. We sat in the car in the rain and he gave it to me and told me he was sorry for saying the mean things. He was glad I was leaving, retiring when the baby came. He never wanted this life for me. I thought it was because, he thought I couldn’t do it, which hurt. He had always protested when I made choices, but then he was proud of me when I completed them. This felt like he was glad I was leaving."
    Coop’s eyes burned down on mine for a moment. I couldn’t help but pull back and stop the moment, we were obviously having. He wiped the water from his face, "He wanted you safe from it all."
    I glanced up into his face and nodded, “I think so. I think he wanted me out of that life and away from James. At least if I wasn’t at work, I wasn’t the laughing stock of the office.”
    He looked conflicted about things, "We need to run those dates and see if it's some kind of code."
    A terrible feeling bit into my stomach, "Are my kids safe?" I asked feeling the nerves filling me.
    He nodded his head, "You remember the orders I gave?"
    I nodded back, preparing myself for the worst.
    "That was FBI. It wasn’t CIA or military run. I have a friend in the FBI. No one will know where they are. I don’t even know. I gave the orders because Martin's team specializes in mole operations. I wasn’t sure what we were dealing with and I know he’s the best. They make the snap decision in the air and the pilots are members of the team. When you wanted them hidden, I had a bad feeling you knew something."
    I finally breathed, "Oh my God. Thank God. You're much better at this, than I've been giving you credit for." The move was smart. It was something my dad would have done. He never trusted anyone. I looked up at him, "Where are we gonna go?"
    He whispered back, "Not a fucking clue. If we leave here and you don’t go back to Servario, we won’t have any help or resources. The people looking for answers in your dad's shit were my bosses, our bosses. They told me not to take you from Servario. I disobeyed a direct order. Until we have some answers, we need to be off grid. This shower is the only place they can’t hear us if we whisper. Not to mention we probably have about an hour, before they arrive here and take us into custody."
    I sighed and looked down at the locket, "It's just a necklace."
    He forced a grin, "Nothing about your dad was ever simple. He was a genius. Let's not talk about this again, until we're out of here. They always have eyes on the house. We need to get out of here and regroup."
    I looked up, getting a face full of water. I sputtered, "I know where we can go."
    He nodded and stopped the water. We stood there in the dripping and silence , he clenched his jaw . I looked down and forced my thoughts away from his lips. I heard him open his mouth and interrupted whatever he was about to say, "Pass me a towel, please."
    "Sure," he sounded weird. I didn’t want to think about it. I didn’t want any of it. I wanted to be a parent and a widow, even if it was fake , and forget the rest. I defiantly didn’t want to think about the things I had done with Servario, or the fact I was still thinking about him. The memory of his face in parking garage tugged at me.
    We dried off, not speaking. I hobbled, still soaked, to the bedroom and changed into the spare clothes.
    Downstairs we met in the kitchen, "Who wants breakfast?" Coop asked.
    Luce nodded and glanced at Jack, who nodded back at her.
    "IHOP?" Luce asked.
    I nodded, "Yeah, I love it there." It was a lie. I hated all chain restaurants.
    I followed Luce to the dining room, which was filled with black cases. She opened them and started putting guns in her pants and boots. I followed suit. It felt weird to hold a piece again , it had been so long . I had only trained with them; I never was forced to work with one, ever.
    The walk to the car was tense and awkward. If the eyes on the house were suspicious before, they would be increasingly so, after we left.

Chapter Ten - Hot-wire my heart

    The car we stole, after we ditched the car we left in, was a beater. The vibration was annoying me. I looked at Luce next to me in the backseat and