Single Lady Spy 01 - The End of Me

frowned, "We need a different car."
    She laughed, "I know. We'll ditch this one and take another."
    Coop looked back at me, "Where are we going? I got on the eighty like you asked."
    I swallowed, "Salt Lake City."
    He frowned, "What?"
    I nodded and laughed, "My uncle Fitz lives there. He'll know what the heck is up with the locket."
    He frowned, "Why is that? Why don’t we have a record of a Fitz? I’ve never seen that name before. Is it short for something?"
    I couldn’t get the smile off my face, as I shook my head, “No, he's not exactly an uncle." I was excited to see him, nonetheless. It had been years.
    "Your dad trusted him that much?" Jack looked back at me, giving me a sneer. It was weird on him. His face was usually pleasant, patronizing, but pleasant.
    I shrugged, "It's a long story. I'll let Fitz tell it."
    Coop shook his head, "Uh, no. We are not walking into a trap."
    I laughed, "You aren’t, trust me. He's not something I can explain. You just have to see it, to understand."
    Coop scowled at me in the rearview. I rolled my eyes and watched out the window.
    Coop's stare never left the rearview for longer than a few seconds. He was obsessed with whatever was behind us. He swerved off the highway onto an off ramp. I caught a blur of the word Lovelock. He drove like a savage, skidding around corners and through a neighborhood.
    He pulled into the driveway of a random house and parked the car. We jumped out—well, they jumped out and I hobbled after them. We crept along to the house next door and then through the backyard of that house. We ran through the backs of four houses.
    Coop moved quickly. My heart was in my throat. Had he seen something? They moved like they had been born working together. I felt like the only non-agent, limping along behind them. They ran to a huge fence, each did a pull up and hopped over. I stood there looking at the six-foot fence. There was no way I was going up and over. I grabbed the rough wood and instantly pulled my finger back. The sound of footsteps coming distracted me from the splinter, I was about to pick out. I ran to the back corner of the yard and dropped to my knees.
    I grabbed handfuls of the weeds and dragged them out fast. My fingers cut and bled, but I ripped with savagery. I mussed my hair with my dirt-covered hands and then rubbed them across my face and clothes.
    "What are you doing?" Coop hissed through the fence.
    I threw dirt at the fence and hisses like a cat, "Psssst! Get outta here, pesky cat." I wiped my hair back from my face and smeared more dirt and blood across my face, "Darla, keep that cat in your own yard." I added a little Wisconsin flare to Darla, cat, and yard.
    I turned and screamed when I saw the seven men in black clothes. I held my head at a funny angle and made a face, "You get outta my yard. We don’t have any gang activity around here. I'm gonna call 9-1-1 if you don’t go. I'm tired of you hooligans, thinking you can run this neighborhood." I stared at them with my mouth agape and the dirt covering my hands and face. I stuck my belly out as far as it would go and slouched.
    One of the young men gave me a horrified look and put his hands in the air, "Sorry ma'am. You didn’t happen to see some people run through here?"
    I scrunched my face up and used my grandma’s word for what, "Wha? Wha? No." My Wisconsin flare was getting stronger, "You get outta my yard."
    He looked around and turned away, following the others around the house. My heart was pounding, but I turned back and started picking weeds again with shaking hands.
    After a few minutes, I got up and walked around the side of the house to the garage. I opened the unlocked door and walked in closing it slowly and locking it. I leaned against the back of it and took in gulps of air.
    They were military. The military was after us, we went off the reservation and they were looking for us. I didn’t know what to think. What had I done? Why hadn’t I just stayed with Servario, like they had wanted? I had risked my kids and mother.
    "Are you insane?"
    I jumped and looked up to see Coop in the far corner. I frowned, "How did you…?" I looked around the garage.
    He looked angry, "That was stupid. Why didn’t you jump?"
    I huffed as I spoke, "Because my old, fat, lazy ass can't do a pull up, dick. My ankle is still sore and I don’t jump fences. I have twenty-two percent body fat and almost no upper body strength."
    He grimaced.
    I pointed, "That is a respectable number